Campear y Brujear

piérdete en la magia

The Feeling

Look up. That’s really where this one begins.

There’s a kind of magic that only shows up when the sky goes fully dark — when the stars stop being background and start being compañía. Campear y Brujear lives there. In the wonder. In the feeling that the universe is so much bigger than whatever you walked in carrying, and somehow that makes you feel more like yourself.

Last year, one of the brujitas brought an hechicera playlist, and something happened around that fire that’s hard to explain. We were singing. We were dancing. We were existing — fully, sin vergüenza or judgement — like we were channeling ancestral magic.

It’s also just... play. The kind our inner niña doesn’t get enough of. Except this play is cerebral — the conversations you don’t get to have on a regular Tuesday. Other universes. Other planets. What else might be out there. Silly one minute, existential the next. Onesies and oracle cards in the same breath.

That’s the frequency here. Cósmica. A little witchy.

Qué es Campear y Brujear?

A desert campout under the night sky where we can find stargazing, fire, ritual, and whatever magic amigas decide to bring that year — it’s not explicitly planned, it just happens.

Part camping trip. Part cosmic jangueo.

Our Story

Campear y Brujear started last year — our first annual, before we even knew it would become something we’d do again.

We wanted to gather under a real dark sky, on land held by an amigo in the high desert, on the ancestral lands of the Serrano, Chemehuevi, and Cahuilla peoples. That part was the plan.

What made it real was everything we didn’t plan. The fire circle. The playlist nobody knew they needed. The way brujitas kept showing up with exactly the kind of magic the night was asking for — tarot cards, sound bowls, a song that turned into a dance that turned into something we’re still talking about a year later.

This year, we’re gathering again — this time aligned with a night under Sky’s the Limit’s dome, so the stars themselves get to be part of the story. Porque our ancestras have always read this sky. We’re just remembering how.

What It’s Like

Days move at whatever pace the desert sets — mornings are usually slow, until the sun starts dropping and the sky turns into colors you don’t have real words for. That’s when a golden-hour photoshoot happens, mostly because the light demands it.

Nights are where the magic lives. Someone pulls out a ukulele. Someone else somehow ends up doing a full performance to Ginuwine’s Pony around the fire. Sound bowls come out. Oracle cards get passed around the circle. Brujitas are in onsies and by this point, no one questions it. It’s ridicukous and sacred at the same time, and that’s the point. The magic está en nosotras y nuestras ocurrencias.

This year, there's a bonus. We're linking up with Sky's the Limit Observatory for a night under their dome — real telescopes, a NASA scientist talking about worlds that orbit two suns at once. Y sera una mujer! We’ll be learning the same sky our abuelas once used to find their way.

Every Year Writes Its Own Story

No two Campear y Brujear weekends look the same — the moon phase shifts, the gifts amigas bring shift, what the cosmos decides to show you shifts.

What stays constant is the magic. The wonder. The way everyone who’s there ends up part of the story, sin juicio, exactly as they are.

Fotos y Recuerdos

Preguntas & Answers

Any amiga who feels the pull to las estrellas, la magia, or just something mystical. No experience needed.
Claro que no! Caile. Come curious. There is no crystal knowledge exam. We promise.
Claro! Most of us did, the first time. You leave with comadres.
You’re added to our Chisme Chat and we’ll have a Trip Talk call before we go — packing, climate, safety, meals, carpooling, all of it walked through together.
Amigas, ya saben — las cuidamos primero. You’ll hear about it about two days before it goes public. Watch the chat!