We checked in only to find out that our friends had booked a handicap camping site, which requires a valid handicap placard to stay. Being that we are not handicap, and the entire campground was fully booked, we had two choices: 1) go home or 2) pay for a day-use pass and hand out on the beach for the evening. Since we had already gone through an anger-inducing frustrating experience just to drive here, we had no more anger and frustration in us. We laughed, "Of course! Of course it's a handicap site and we can't stay the night." The only carrot getting Tatum through the whole drive was the reward of having cheetos at the campsite. So we bought the day pass, opened two beers and a juice box, and headed to the beach with the bag of cheetos. Tatum had the best dinner of the summer season that night. And all things considered, it was an awesome night for Andrew and I as well. We rejoiced in the rare oddity that our dear friend Sara was in possession of a valid handicap placard and she was willing to share it with us for the weekend. We resolved to return in the morning.
We polished off the cheetos, and returned back over the mountains to swing by Sara's and get the placard, and return home to grill out for the night. On the return Tatum amused us by singing a new song "I am special, I am special, take a look, you will see, someone very special, someone very special, and it's me, and it's me!" She didn't care that we were camping that night, she had her cheetoes and was super cheery as a result. When I took her to bed she said, "tomorrow we will go back to the beach, and then we'll say 'bye beach we have to go camping now' and then we'll go camping." That was the plan.
In the morning we returned to Malibu and had camp set-up by 9:30am. There was a light rain, but it didn't matter because we were so happy to finally be camping. Our camp was the best site we've had to date, no neighbors, totally spacious, and near the beach access. It wasn't until I went to get water at 5pm that I realized we were totally camped in the wrong spot. When we checked in that morning the ranger told us site #116, take your first right, then right again. When we entered the park, we took a right, and the immediate next right was a handicap spot, so I just automatically assumed it was us. Turns out it was site #2, not #116. For fear of being kicked out of our site, I went and checked in with the Ranger and explained my confusion. At first he stated that we needed to move, so I begged that we not given the roller coaster we've been on the past day with even trying to get to our site. So due to a Junior Ranger making a mistake on another person's reservations, we were able to stay put. Geez Louise!