Life Without Walls
It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, a lastminute road trip to a campsite a mere 30 miles from my house. I’d had my second shot, the skies were clear after a week of rain, and evening temperatures were in the delightful slumber-inducing low 50s. On the California Parks web site I found the last spot available in Malibu Creek State Park, possibly the closest cushiest campsite in the L.A. area. Here, between the coast and Calabasas—Kardashians notwithstanding—you can commune with herons, hawks, ground squirrels, and coyotes, amble through oak savanna, and wade a stream where steelhead trout swim. It was the sort of outdoor hard reset I needed. I closed my laptop, threw a steak in the cooler, and in an hour we were eating that steak in the quiet of nature,…