To Sweetwater State Park

This place was pretty close to how I think of camping when I think of camping. We got there only about 26 hours later than we planned on. It was about fifteen minutes north of the USA-Mexico border crossing so we were excited to finally have it within our reaches! The campground was clean and full of people.  There were families there was the south, a group of kids doing a school overnight trip, and a few people just site-seeing in one of the biggest cities in California. At camp site 42 we even had an equestrian stall! We ate at an amazing place called TJ’s Oyster Bar. Oh. My. The food was heavenly! I had some fish tacos, Ty had a smoked fish burrito, and Conor had a salmon burrito. All were so inexpensive and delicious! We were stoked about it. 
Location: Sweetwater Heights Park, National City, CA 91950, USA

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