Big Sur camping was a wee big "uncomfortable" at best.  This was true even though we stayed in a "cabin" (I use that term loosely.).  It was hard with Walt, the skunks, and the dirt and grime. There were some moments though.  One of these was to watch squeak become obsessed with the ffire...

... over to the twigs, throw them into the fire...

... bags... paper... sticks... cardboard... whatever she could find would go in the fire.

Walking around like a dirty little rug rat with that oversized t-shirt dangling off her shoulders.

She looked like a cute little street urchin trying to keep a fire alive for survival on the streets.

It was her little obsession for about an hour, and it was a welcome reprieve from the dirty agony of the trip!