It was the final day of the RV road trip through California and there was a lot of road to cover (literally). The actress, the musician, the architect, the blogger (and for this portion of the story, we add the analyst) had experienced their first night of what we’ll call “real camping.” So after oven-toasted jelly sandwiches and instant coffee, it was time to check out… but not before a photo.

The girls set out to explore the parks of Big Sur. First stop: Andrew Molera State Park, which included an unexpected hike over the river…

… and through the woods.

Only to find a beautiful beach. The girls paused to take it all in. The beautiful ocean. Sounds of waves. Smell of marijuana (no, not theirs). And what better way to celebrate how far they’d come than with a photo!  A pose for the sake of LOVE!

And back on the road they went. A few miles down to the infamous Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park. An exquisite site where even the worst photographers can walk away with amazing images of the falls.

… And even in the state park… the black girls kept it Gangsta!

So after a full day of hiking and exploring Big Sur, it was time to head south where the girls would find their RV refuge for the night. PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: It is a horrible idea to drive an RV down the Pacific Coast Highway (AKA the PCH or the end of the earth).

After four long hours of twists and turns, they arrived. RV Heaven. The Mr. Rogers Neighborhood of RV camps. Flying Flags RV Resort in Buellton, CA. The girls enjoyed a hot tub, pool tables and the friendly staff who baked fresh cookies for the trip!

And so we end the tale of the Four Black Girls and a RV. Until next time kiddies!

If you missed chapters 1 and 2 of the Four Black Girls and an RV series, check them out:

Four Black Girls and an RV: Are You Lost?

Four Black Girls and an RV: The Dump Station