There’s something sexy about “let’s go to Malibu”.
We stayed 8 nights in a nice RV park right off the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) and overlooking the Pacific Ocean. There were a few camping levels as you made your way up the hill and we were on the 1st level – more importantly – away from the edge. I don’t like parking on the edge of a hill – in any vehicle – let alone the coach. It started in Whistler and I’m still not over my fear of ‘tipping the coach’…
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