IMG_4996This weekend we got away for a quick, one night stand at a campground just south of Pescadero.  — “Oh! Pescadero!” (<—- very inside joke for teachers who go to 5th grade camp in Loma Mar)

Saturday morning we loaded up and hit the road a little before 10. We drove together through SF and I dropped Richard off in Pacifica so he could bike the coast. I had an easy, beautiful drive down Highway 1 and stopped once I got to Pescadero — “Oh! –” (sorry, it’s a hard habit to break and I have only been doing camp for a few years; it must become an involuntary reflex for those who’ve been going year after year after year). IMG_5002There are some fantastic stores and a wonderful bakery/deli in this cute little town and I always resist bringing home fresh pies and breads when I’m coming back from camp. Today was all about non-resistance and I got a whole peach pie, a fresh loaf of soft, crusty French bread, some brie, fresh potato salad, pesto tortellini salad, fresh pastries, and a couple of ti-tip BBQ sandwiches for dinner. Everything went directly into Dory except those bits that didn’t make it that far (I had to walk the entire two blocks of the town to get to where I parked her, so naturally, I needed sustenance). I noted that the deli had nice looking marinated meats that would be wonderful on the grill for future trips.

IMG_5009I pulled into the campground around 1 and immediately noticed this was quite the swanky place. The playground didn’t just have little swing sets, it had expensive looking bouncy harness things, and dirt bike trails, and horses. The bathrooms had framed leaf pressings and full wooden doors on each stall. There were restaurants and rentable cabins, and bikes. At night, they fire up a big BBQ and have bands playing live music. And all of this was walking distance to the beach. Nice.

IMG_5004As I was setting up, I got a visit from a fellow Altoiste, who had arranged to come for a tour of Dory. He is pondering tow vehicles right now (I can relate) and the one thing most people can agree on is that, yes, blue is an excellent color for a tow car. We compared blueness and his car checks out there.

IMG_5016Richard happily pulled in right as I was enjoying some fresh bread and brie on the veranda. You can’t quite see the ocean from where I was sitting, but you know it’s there, just right over that next dune. So after a snack and a change, we went out to find the beach trail. Getting there was a bit of a hike, and you have to cross 1, but it wasn’t too bad. We made our way out to a little point where there was a lovely bench where you can sit and watch the seals. We saw at least one, leaping occasionally out of the water, and lots of big birds, pelicans I think. Since we’re sort of in trailer mode, it struck us both that they looked like big rigs parked in sites way too close to each other. We wondered if the ocean view made up for the lack of privacy and what kind of review they would give that particular rock.IMG_5017

IMG_5012On the way back, we totally missed the trail. Richard freaked out just a little because he’s so good at getting lost, he quickly becomes convinced we will never, ever find our way back. Given the fact that I could literally see Highway 1 off to our right the entire time, I wasn’t too worried we’d find civilization once again. However, we did walk farther than we had to in order to find another non brambly route to the road. If I’d thought to look back at the picture I took when we first got to the beach, I bet we’d have found it. But we needed an adventure to shake up the otherwise perfect flow of the day, so there you go. Dinner and a nice cold beer (thanks Sweetie) ended a perfect day.

IMG_5008Sunday we lazily packed up in no great hurry. We chatted with a nice couple next to us with a pop up tent. Those things can be very roomy inside! We didn’t get a chance to chat with the people who had the cutest mini Airstream ever because we didn’t see them. Maybe they were inside the whole time. We gave a couple of tours of the Alto and answered questions. And the whole time, we kept looking over at this enormous RV, bigger than a bus, that was jacked up on something so high that the front wheels were completely off the ground. It was very strange. We guessed that they must have done that in order to be 100% level, but it sure didn’t seem like the ground beneath them was at that much of an angle. I guess you gotta do what you gotta do when you have an RV that huge.

Not much to report on the drive home. It’s the California coast. What can you say? It never fails to impress. Another perfect weekend. Nice to know just one night out will give you a full getaway experience.

Campground: Costanoa KOA, site 7 (future nice looking sites: 11, 15, 17, 19)

Total Miles (with a couple detours): 84.3, Engine time: 2 hours 46 min, 15.9 mpg

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Casini Ranch, Duncan Mills

IMG_4974This weekend was our first outing since the Maiden Voyage. This right here was the whole motivation for waiting a year to drive all the way across the country and back. We committed serious money on this endeavor and tremendous amounts of time researching every aspect of what we pictured would be our new lifestyle. Verdict? Let’s see, how does that commercial go….  High tech camper trailer from Quebec: $34k. New tow car: $45k. Complete provisioning for coast to coast journey: unknown but it’s gotta be a lot. Leaving everything behind for the weekend and getting away to the coast in complete comfort: Priceless.

We love her so much it’s hard to describe. At one point Richard said this was the best decision we’ve ever made. I guess without causing offense to the children, dog, friends, students and various colleagues, I would put it only slightly differently: it was one of the best decisions we ever made. We’ll just leave the ranking out of it.

imageWe got out Friday in the early afternoon. The process for hitching up was only a little rusty for me, but Richard has been out of camping mode for a good month. First, we needed to get her down the driveway and we’ve been practicing this a little so we now have a trajectory to follow. We bought some super strong steel ramps to put at the bottom of the driveway in order to prevent the bumper from hitting the street. If we come at the approach from an angle, we only need one. Once her wheels have cleared the gutter, she’s good to go and we just Caravan Mover her onto the street. She really does clear the garage framing and we got the door adjusted so it opens all the way. No problem.

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I took Dory to my school to show her off to colleagues after we were hitched up and there were oohs and aahs all around. Already looking forward to 5th grade camp. Then we were on the road. I reserved our site just a couple of weeks ago so I didn’t know much more about this place than what was on the web. Location was good, sites available, pictures looked nice, so there you go. The campground is on the Russian River, just about 5 miles inland from Jenner. We took Highway 1 along the coast after going through Petaluma.

IMG_4948The campground would be perfect for people with young kids and/or dogs. There are adorable duck ponds, dog runs, horses, playgrounds, group activities, plus fantastic river access for splashing, boating, you name it. And because this is such a family friendly place, it was packed with families this weekend. Our site had tall bushes and trees on one side for privacy, but the other side was wide open facing the river and was right on the main thoroughfare to and from the water. It wasn’t bad mind you, because it fully served the “get outta Dodge” weekend requirement. But it was not particularly secluded.

IMG_4949Set up at the site was “Full Blue” mode. Knowing we’d be there two nights, and knowing we wouldn’t have to rush out on Sunday, I wanted to bask in color coordinated blueness as much as possible. And it was awesome. Dinner Friday was microwave reheated lasagna and pre-made salads from Trader Joes. No fuss, no muss, time to relax and enjoy a bottle of wine by candlelight.


Saturday morning we treated ourselves to cinnamon rolls in the Omnia oven to go with our morning cappuccinos. I know! “Camping” rocks! After that, Richard got ready to head out on a 50 mile loop that was reported to be very nice. I got to be super lazy. I did wipe off the awning to get residual dust off it and as I was out there, people kept coming up and asking me about the Alto. I probably gave ten tours and chatted a lot about it. Didn’t mind at all. I suppose some day I may get tired of that, but it was fun. Then I walked around the campground, put my feet in the water and took a nap. Hard life.IMG_4953

IMG_4970There is NO cell service out in these parts (which seems weird being the California coast with tons of people cruising it constantly). So Richard and I made a plan that we’d meet for coffee back in Duncan Mills around 3. So I biked over and figured I’d have a beer while waiting, except I’d forgotten my wallet. I pondered what to do for a half an hour or so because there was no service and I was worried I’d miss him. Hunger made the decision for me though and I biked back to the campground (this was *maybe* a mile, so not like a big ride). As soon as I got close, a bunch of texts started coming through because even though there was no cell service, the campground did have wifi. Turns out Richard had missed an important turn and was WAY off course and about 15 miles north of where he was supposed to be. He was already exhausted so I told him I’d come pick him up.

IMG_4936Highway 1 north of Jenner turns into what locals apparently call “The Rollercoaster” and I understand why. This is not a road for the faint of heart. It’s very twisty and narrow, with steep drops on the ocean side. Now, with Super Handling AWD, I have to say, it was pretty fun. But the 29 mile trip took a full hour. Luckily, Richard was fine, waiting at the Stewart’s Point General Store with a guy who’d wiped out on his motorcycle and was also waiting for a ride. He is now busily researching apps that will provide him with maps and GPS data even with no service.

You really can’t beat the view here.IMG_4984

Dinner that night was supposed to be steak and grilled veggies on the Weber, but we discovered that the 12v fridge is really quite powerful and had frozen dinner solid. Plan B: mac & cheese. This gave me a chance to use the nesting Magma pots, so yay! It’s camping. I can be flexible. We enjoyed a lovely dinner to the sight of what we later understood was an organized bonfire on the beach. Not knowing this, I was waiting for a helicopter to swoop down and totally kill someone’s party by dousing them all. By the way, it was pretty smoky out there, despite being quite a ways from all of the active fires.

Lazy morning Sunday to pack up and head home. We stopped a couple times along the way and I snapped some coastal shots.

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Summary: Fantastic weekend. Footnote: Steak and veggies are good at home too.IMG_4988

Campground: Casini Ranch Family Campground, site 62

Total miles one way: 100.5, 3 hours 20 min, 15.6 mpg <— lots of stop and go traffic

I only snapped a shot of this because I don’t think Fragile was the word they were looking for, but the idea amused me
There were three of these vintage car/teardrop pairings in a row! They must have been coming from a rally or something. Very cool

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