We're not in Kansas, that's for sure.

Sing with me now.

"O, beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain. For blue horizon oddly skewed -- those clouds, could they mean rain?"

OK, maybe we shouldn't sing. But you can romp and gambol in this very field if you head to this pricey private California campground and eco resort. It's closer to San Francisco than Los Angeles, state parkland all around.

Tent sites begin at $40. Comfort stations feature heated floors and saunas. (Some people call this "glamping.") It's got an Indian name and the nearest town has a Spanish one.

Final clue: A Mexican fisherman could solve this one for you pronto.