As the sun sinks into the Pacific, its rays shimmering against Otay Mesa Lake, a chorus of coyotes howls as daylight fades, revealing the lights of bustling San Diego and its surrounding communities. I couldn’t help but be awestruck that one of the nation’s largest cities is a mere forty minutes away.
After four months recovering from an injury and surgery complications, I wasn’t ready for full-on camping, but I needed to get out. Steve’s place struck the perfect balance between glamping and camping.
The site has a lean-to with an amazing view, plus a platform for a tent, a picnic table, counter, sink with running water, and a propane stove. Electricity is also available. The bathroom—with a toilet and a view—is just steps away. Speaking of toilets, Steve is responsive. When I asked, “Can I flush toilet paper?”, he quickly replied, “Yes.”
There’s plenty to do at Whiteside Mountain. I forgot to check out the cave but enjoyed exploring the mountaintop and finding the bridge. Trails weave through the property for hiking and short but tough bike rides.
The road up isn’t for the faint of heart or low-clearance vehicles. A high-clearance 4WD is a must. I’ve seen rough roads, and this last stretch isn’t easy.
With three fire pits, a water hose, and a fire extinguisher, safety is covered. There’s even a fire bunker. Hopefully, no one ever needs it, but it’s a thoughtful touch.
If you can’t tell, I had an 11/10 experience at Whiteside Mountain and highly recommend it. Thanks SW!