Folsom Lake (3)

img_8065Neighbor: Did you really come back for one day and then set off again?! Me: Two nights. To be accurate.

So how was the lake? No idea. Didn’t even see it. Didn’t hardly leave Dory cause it was raining and we melt in water. Pretty much all we did was sleep in, watch “The Crown,” and do a proof of concept test on a new seating idea.

img_8066I have found that long stints of typing, even with a butt cushion thingy, can lead to a sore back. I did lots of thinking and web searching, and ended up ordering a boat seat that is supposedly good for backs. To try it out properly, we needed to remove the seat cushion/bench and put in a plank of wood for the thing to sit on. First round of testing seems very promising. The next step is to order a custom piece of polyurethane, like a huge cutting board cut to fit. Then we can bolt the seat onto that. Or bolt on a swivel mount. We can try each and see what’s better. I shall report back with “after” photos. It requires the abandonment of being able to use that area as a single bed, but we don’t seem to have that many overnight guests, so I think we’re good.

img_8064In other news, nightly Yoga is back as a non negotiable and it turns out I can do the whole routine, minus one move, in the back of Dory while Richard takes a shower. My Yoga mat is now adorably small. And I can even close the Sad Room curtains and do Sad Yoga, as needed.

All I need now is to bolster my courage to do Sad Walking. It’s raining outside, you guys, and like really cold. Maybe 50. I know, I know. Ok fine, whatever. I’ll order five more jackets. Meanwhile, wish me luck.

Total miles: 100.1, 2 hours 28 min, 17.6 mpg. Site 53, full hookups, even good sewer. Great LTE. Still best site in terms of space from other campers. Folsom would be a fun area even outside a trailer. We think.

Pismo SB

img_8011While this will be a post about a fun new place we found for camping, it is first going to be a post about work stress. The past couple of weeks have been genuinely rough, which is not that unusual, especially for November. But what struck me on this vacation was how much tension I’ve been carrying around without really noticing. It wasn’t until day 3 that I was able to let go of some of it, and that followed a couple weeks of night waking. The mind goes to places at 3am like: is this a heart attack? Sleep apnea? Cancer? A premonition of Bad Things? Then later, while casually having a sandwich, I just started crying, realizing it was really that string of awful meetings I never had the chance to process.

Thanks Linda for this pic

In teaching, you don’t have time to recover. Instead, you move right into putting on a show for the kids, or getting stuff done. And I can do it, all teachers can, which makes it seem like everything is just fine. But then I wake up composing emails in my head. I’m feeling anxiety now more than I ever have, so the shit’s getting kinda real here. Why do you think I take so many sunset pictures? That’s my truly present time, and it’s what I depend on to shake off the intensity from week to week. Takeaway message for me? Weekend Dory time is keeping me alive, but I gotta reinstate work week routines. Walking, exercise, yoga, mindfulness, I know what to do. Just gotta get back to doing it.

img_7903But in the meantime, I’m extremely grateful for a week off and a new place to explore. I’m also grateful for our Alto buddy, Linda, and her camper dogs. We love you, dudes! They were all set up by the time we got to Pismo. Even with an earlyish departure, we were doing several hours of darkness driving to arrive around 8. It’s about a 5 hour drive and we didn’t hit that much traffic on the way down. This area, along with Morro Bay, is great for longer breaks, but not realistic for a weekend destination.

img_7905I liked this campground a lot. Even though our site was chosen for its proximity to the dump, there was plenty of room between us and other campers. The sites along the outside of the loop, near the dunes, would be the best ones. There is a sandy ridge between the campground and the beach, which gives some shelter from the wind. There is also a lovely lagoon that separates the area from the rest of the beach goers. One thing I learned about Pismo: there are a lot of beach goers. There are also a lot of Pelicans, and they are pretty entertaining to watch, especially when one of them decides it’s time to take off and all the rest agree.

img_8056The other thing I learned about Pismo: there are a whole lot of RVs. Right next to the state park campground, there is a private place, with 400 sites for big rigs, and it was packed. And there was another place down the street. Plus many, many others in the area. I honestly have never seen that many RVs. It looked like the storage facility across the street was busy towing huge trailers over to the park and dropping them off and setting them up in sites. I guess that’s a thing you can do. Here we were in our tiny camper, all excited to have a shower. Meanwhile next to us were rigs bigger than our house. Very different vibe than Morro Bay.

img_7954Situated at the edge of the state park campground, there is a Monarch Butterfly Preserve. We weren’t even aware of the phenomenon, but arrived just at the right time of year to see thousands of them gathering. As you approach along the little trail, you start to see them flying around overhead, and think, “Oh, how cute.” But then you look closer at the branches of the Eucalyptus trees and realize a couple of them are literally covered. The butterflies hang off of branches like the petals of giant, overgrown Wisteria vines. Most of them camouflage into looking exactly like brownish leaves. But when one flaps its wings, it sets off a ripple effect and the dangling chandelier of wings comes alive in waves of orange and black. It is really, really cool and makes me want a giant, telephoto lens camera. Instead, you get blurry pictures.

img_7944At sunset, we did our traditional, craned neck selfie shot at the beach while a kind person offered to take a better picture for us. “No thanks, this is kind of our thing.” For dinner, we headed into town to a place called Chop Street. We had the best street tacos ever and took a little after dinner walk up the street to get ice cream. Parking was a little tight on a Saturday, but there’s a pay to park lot that had spaces and was walking distance to everything. The streets were full of people in festive moods and downtown is dog friendly.

renderedimageThe next day, Richard biked out to the Huasna Valley, and we met up in Arroyo Grande. The little town is cute and fun, making a great place for a lunch stop. We had a delicious tri tip wrap at the Branch Street Deli and a giant eclair at the Eclair Bakery (you gotta, right?). We then drove out to Avila Beach, passing through the very upscale area of Shell Beach. It’s kind of brutal going through there because of all the road work. Plus, mostly it is an area packed with resorts and expensive housing. There are a couple of tiny parks, but we bypassed that whole strip and headed for the Port San Luis Pier.

img_7968We saw RV camping all along the waterfront, but these are big rig parking slots. There are one or two reservable sites that would provide a sideways view of the bay, but really, this kind of camping is not our speed. Clearly, it was popular with multitudes of other RVers though, and they seemed to be enjoying themselves. The most entertaining part of the pier was watching the Sea Lions lounging on their own private floor, just under the boardwalk. I still don’t get how they got up there. There are kayak tours, both in groups, and individual, that can be rented. It was a bit too cold and adventurous sounding for me, but perhaps another time. Apparently, you can go out around the peninsula and check out some cool sea caves.

img_7990Sunday sunset found us at the beach by Oceano Dunes SVRA. We checked out the state park campground, which offers a loop with electric hookups but no dump site, and decided we really like the North Campground better. Then we went over to the beach and discovered what everyone is doing when they come to Pismo. Apparently, driving around on the beach is a whole way of life I knew nothing about. Not only can you drive your car right on the beach, but you can get a camping pass and overnight there. Plus, the OHV action all over the place is quite the spectacle, even if that’s not what you’re into. Dinner Sunday was at a place called Ember. This place features locally sourced ingredients and a lot of wood fire cooking. It was delicious. We even sat outside, near a wood burning stove and felt nice and toasty. Downside: we smelled like smoke the rest of the evening. This is why we don’t do campfires.

img_8044Weather was bearing down on the California coast, but we got in one last sunny day before the rain. We headed out to a place called Pirate’s Cove Beach. There is a dirt parking lot at the end of a steep little road where you can catch a trail for the beach, or for the tunnel that overlooks Avila Beach. Both are beautiful, but be forewarned that Pirate’s Cove is clothing optional. We did see one clothing optional guy out there with a tripod. Not sure what he was trying to capture there. img_8034We hung out until sunset, joined by several groups of selfie takers, plus a drone photographer. I’m sincerely glad none of them fell off the cliff. Drones look like fun, but very expensive, toys and we were impressed at the operator’s trust in the stated range. He flew it way out over the ocean, acknowledging that if the drone goes too far and loses the signal, it will just drop out of the sky. Pretty sure he got some amazing shots of Pelicans at sunset.

img_8055Our last day we opted to stay put, rather than try to make tracks north and avoid a long day of driving in the rain. All weather reports seemed to indicate that the storm got worse as you headed north. So instead, we checked out the Avila Valley Barn, which is a combination petting zoo and farm fresh produce stand. It was a cornucopia of scents, ranging from fresh roasted corn on the cob, fresh baked pies, to well… the smells associated with petting zoos. Richard’s first impression of the place was that everyone was walking around munching delicious lettuce samples. Then he saw the kids feeding it to the goats. Made much more sense. Dinner Tuesday wrapped up our trip at a very small Mexican place called Papi’s Grill. This was a fantastic find and we got there during Taco Tuesday Happy Hour. If you go, I recommend the chicken quesadillas and the butter beef street tacos. OMG. So good. And the chips were fresh and crispy.

img_8058The rain found us around 9pm and continued strong all night. We hitched up early and were rolling by 10. We got periods of intense downpour, but mostly long stretches of nothing. Still we got hit with holiday traffic about 50 miles from home and that added about an extra hour to the return trip. No surprises traveling the day before Thanksgiving and all in all, it was worth it.

img_7902We’ll be looking to this area again for long stays. We used the Barker once after our third night, and pulled out the generator just to top off Richard’s laptop. The service was excellent and strong enough for him to work from Dory without anyone being the wiser. It’s all paved and we could tow the Barker if need be. There was good solar, but also it is a very generator friendly place. There were big rigs and tenters at this place, but it’s a short walk to the beach, so you can feel a bit removed from the NASCAR vibe present in a lot of the rest of the area. I don’t think we’ll ever be taking Dory on the beach. But I guess never say never. It sure did look like the beach riders were enjoying themselves.

Happy Thanksgiving to all! Hope your days are filled with love and gratitude. Mindful breathing will be on my list of holiday activities. Hope yours are peaceful!

Total miles: 245.0, 5 hours 16 min, 17.8 mpg. Site 2 (near the dump). Great solar. Nice bathrooms, showers available. Excellent cell everywhere for both. Site 2. No hookups in the North Campground. I’d stay there again, but I’d try for sites: 11, 14, 16, 22, 24, 25*, 27*, 29, or 31.

Lake Camanche

3mWWRH8uQMyS2%o21OlXgQJust as your eyes were starting to glaze over with the same old, same old repeat locations, we find a new campground! Lake Camanche Resort is located in the Sierra foothills, just a little to the east of Lodi. It’s a huge, private campground with multiple loops around an expansive reservoir. One can tell that the place is packed in the summer time, and there is not much in the way of shade. Late Fall camping is perfect though, as this means a quasi deserted campground, with full solar.

zfvxAq3TQxuWNdLDuNfmFwThe drive was easy, though much of it was in the dark. Our site was listed as “Premium” due to its lakeside proximity, but it needed quite a bit of leveling. We made a note to order more Lynx Levelers for just such circumstances. Most of the sites along the water appeared to be about the same in terms of tippiness. This side of the campground offers a nice sunset view, so I think I’d be looking at this one again, or one close by.

fullsizeoutput_1482Saturday Richard biked around the lake and I got my boat in the water. There’s a lot to explore, though not much in the way of vegetation. This is an open grassland area and we lucked out with the weather – not too hot, not too cold. I did spot a huge fish in the water, which apparently the resort touts as an enticement for fishers. I wouldn’t know a Trout from a Bass, but it was definitely the largest fish I’ve seen swimming around. There are also some amenities listed on the resort website, like a store and cafe, but we did not check those out this time.

1+ZaYcFdQWO732HpPW5xPgOn our way home, we stopped at a very cute little deli and bakery called Clements Ridge. There, we picked up some pre-made, ready to bake fruit pies, just in time for Thanksgiving. We also stocked up on holiday gifts from their store. There’s a nice selection of locally produced wines, honey, candies, and specialty olive oil. That, combined with a nice steak sandwich, smoked on site, made for the perfect lunch stop on Richard’s birthday.

Nice discovery, worthy of return trips.

Total miles: 93.5, 16.6 mpg, 3 hours 6 min. Site 84. No hookups. Great solar, lakeside site, launch from site. Great LTE for both. Good dump on site. Nice bathrooms, showers available, water spigots throughout.

Glory Hole (2)

img_7826For explanation of the name of the place, see here. Otherwise, we shall ignore and move right along. This was our second visit, and the second time we had tried to reserve in the Iron Horse loop, only to be moved when that loop got closed. This time it looked like it was just for the sake of compacting campers during off season months. I did not see anything about renovations or upgrade work. They moved us to a fine site, so no complaints, it’s just a little odd we never seem to be able to camp over there.

img_7746I must say, driving Highway 4 past Copperopolis in the dark is not my favorite thing to do. That highway is a 50 mile stretch of two lanes with no marked turnouts or passing lanes. About 8 miles of it, before you get to the junction with 49, is pretty narrow and twisty, which is fine in the daylight, but not something I wanted to rush after sunset. So, to the string of cars behind me, I’m not going to apologize. I was driving at a speed that ensured I would not crash and ruin everyone’s evening, even if it might have felt frustrating for you. No one honked or did anything obnoxious, mind you. I just projected feelings onto them that may or may not have existed. But the important thing is, we arrived safely around 7.

img_7753Saturday Richard biked, following 49 to Parrots Ferry Road, then up Red Hill Road. About 2 miles of that was gravel, but he said it was a nice shortcut. I spent much longer than usual writing a report. When there is too much cell service, it’s not always a good thing. as I tend to get distracted. He didn’t get back until the late afternoon and we decided to go out to dinner in the cute little historic town of Angel’s Camp at a Mexican restaurant called, Cascabel. That was very fun! You can tell this is a town that is booming with tourists in the summer time, just by how many amenities and good restaurants there are along Main Street. There is even a movie theater. I would have totally opted to see the new “Terminator” movie, but Richard remembered that the entrance gates to the recreation area close at 9pm. That was really really lucky, because I had missed that sign completely. We would have found ourselves walking 2 miles from the kiosk to the campground, in the dark, probably complaining about how not worth it that movie was.

img_7773Sunday we got to explore nearby attractions because of the three day weekend. First we drove out to the trail head for Natural Bridges. This is a 1 mile, descending trail down to a cavernous water passage that continues underground. They say you can swim to the other side and that it’s about 250 feet to go all the way through. We didn’t try that, but we did quite enjoy the cave-like formations and constant showers of water coming through the ceiling. It was very beautiful and definitely worth the mile back uphill.

img_7776After that, we drove over to look at the bridge on Parrot’s Ferry Road. Apparently, it was one of the first ever built to use a light weight kind of concrete, which allowed its span of 650 feet to become one of the longest prestressed concrete bridges in the US. You can see the section in the middle that started to sag after it was built, but they reinforced it, and is supposed to be just fine now. We didn’t drive across, but that was not for fear of collapse.

img_7809Our last stop for the day was at the Moaning Caverns Adventure Park. Though they boasted an impressive zip lining course, we opted to stay on ground. At least for the moment. We did sign up for their tour of the cavern and were warned that it was 235 steps down, plus the same back up. I was thinking regular stairs. It turns out the first 65 or so feet is very small steps through tight cracks, leading you to a landing that overlooks a huge space, and a drop to the bottom of another 100 feet. That part is accessible only by traveling down a unique, 10-story, metal spiral staircase, constructed in place back in the early 1900s. We were reassured lots by the tour guide that it was welded, super safe, and carried millions of tourists every year. img_7804So we went for it. Obviously, going back up was another story, but at least it was worth the sore thighs of the next morning. The cavern is truly awe inspiring. There are plenty of beautiful cave formations to look at and the more adventurous people can even continue downward on the Expedition Tour, using ropes. Nope. We’re good, thanks.

img_7840Monday we reluctantly departed for home and the only noteworthy thing is that we took an alternate route, along Marsh Creek Road, behind Mt. Diablo. I’ve lived in this area 25+ years and have never been on that road. It was lovely, though a bit narrow and windy, and definitely not faster than taking 4. Still, kinda cool to see new roads in my own back yard.

Wonderful three day weekend! We will definitely look to go back during winter months when it’s not hot.

Total miles: 118.9, 16.1 mpg, 3 hours 30 min. Site 100 Big Oak. Nice site and level too. Great solar, view of the lake, no hookups, strong LTE for both of us. Good dump on site. They ask for $8 fee, honor system.

Clear Lake SP (3)

img_7697Ooooooooh spooooooky….. are we at a cemetery? Has the zombie apocalypse finally begun and there are no humans left? Or is Halloween weekend just a really unpopular time to camp?? We’re guessing the latter and this weekend made for a striking contrast to the jam packed camper experience from last Labor Day.

img_7692As noted in my last post, the past two weeks have been rather a lot. And to round out a school week that started with no power on Monday, and Halloween on Thursday, I decided to take a day on Friday and make it a three day weekend up at Clear Lake. That was a really good call. It meant that we hit the road on the day of Halloween and didn’t arrive until well after dark. We did see some trick or treaters on our way through the town of Kelseyville, but that was the last we saw anyone else. There was no one at the kiosk, which was to be expected, but literally NO OTHER CAMPERS in the entire park. Not even a campground host. It wasn’t until late in the day on Friday that we saw anyone else at all, for a grand total of two state park rangers and one other camping family.

img_7696Richard had to work all day Friday, but we got out for a little hike in the afternoon. Still no one around besides the numerous birds on the lake. Saturday we finally got people coming through for dog walks and fishing. Can you guess where the fishers decided to set up? That’s right, they set up on the apparently non private beach right in front of our site. My silent voice said, “seriously??” but my mouth said hello. Then I stretched out in my Nemo chair and basically bird watched, gave Alto tours to the curious dog walkers, and napped all afternoon while Richard circumnavigated the lake on his bike.

img_7715I had two Blue Apron meals to catch up on and that was a lovely way to do dinner with a lake view at sunset. There are so many White Pelicans on the lake right now, you can spend all your time watching them commute back and forth, in long stretched out lines, just skimming the surface of the water. Every once in a while, a group will decide to congregate nearby and you can watch them do their fishing frenzy dances in unison. Great fun!

img_7717Sunday we went home via Highway 29, just to remind ourselves why we don’t take that route. It’s about an hour longer to go up 5 to 20, but it’s much easier driving, especially in the dark. On the way home I think 29 is fine. There is a ten mile stretch that is very twisty, with about 3 of those miles consisting of back to back 180 degree turns. It’ll drop you right in the heart of Napa Valley, and once there, it’s a lovely and peaceful drive home. We noted the disappearance of one of our favorite lunch stops: Dean and DeLuca. Apparently, they are closing down all the retail stores except for the one in New York. This is sad, but I guess all we ever really buy there is high end sandwiches and extremely expensive designer chocolate truffles. But it’s a tradition we’ve enjoyed, so we’re sad it’s gone.

img_7728Nothing much else to report except Dory’s rear stabilizers are making knocking sounds. Richard is confident that’s an easy replacement job. The time change happened this weekend, so it’s into the winter camping season from here on out for a while. Extra blankets come out, down puffies replace thin fuzzies, and propane levels get checked more frequently. But that’s about it for us; no winterizing required. All we have to deal with is fires, power outages and earthquakes.

Total miles (via 505 to 5 to 20): 167.2, 15.5 mpg, 3 hours 58 min. To home via 29: 120.8, 15.9, 3 hours 7 min. From the campground, there are about 40 miles of easy driving. Then 3.3 miles twisty uphill, 3 miles nonstop 180s downhill, then another 3 miles twisty down to Calistoga. Site: 58. Still my favorite, despite communal beach. Good dump, nice bathrooms, no hookups but fairly good solar.

Wright’s Beach (6)

img_7639So I wasn’t going to actually post about this one. It happened two weeks ago, and for multiple reasons, I wasn’t feeling like writing anything up. However, because of my fake OCD (cause I do realize there are people living with real OCD, and I know that mine is just more like being weirdly stubborn, rather than genuinely impacted), I am going to backtrack and catch up.

Premium Site #5

We referred to this weekend as “Angry Wright’s Beach” because I did not get a premium site this time and our goal was to assess whether I could still enjoy the place, or just sit there, bitterly staring at the people with ocean views. I’ll go ahead and say I was fine. I still got to stand at the beach at sunset on Friday and let the power of the ocean cleanse away the week’s stress. It was still close to our standby dinner place, and it was still the same beautiful drive. So yes, in a pinch, I can be non premium and not be ridiculous about it. Saturday it sprinkled the entire day, so we wouldn’t have been sitting out in our site anyway. I will say that I noticed site 5 was empty all weekend and I did not pursue the idea of moving into it. That’s gotta count for something right?

img_7629The end of the weekend wrapped up with a day’s worth of feeling the fragility of mortality. There was a health related concern that came up, which could have been nothing, or could have been something. WebMD assured me I was definitely dying. Note to self: stop looking at WebMD. We left Sunday with an appointment scheduled that afternoon at urgent care to get it checked out. In the end, it was something that was not a bad something, and not at all life threatening, so that’s all good. But it did give me pause, and for sure knocked out the motivation to write up the weekend.

img_7658The following weekend, we were home for a planned social gathering. I was going to go back and write it up at that point, but then the state of California burned down again, like it does. We had a closer than normal call, with two fires going in our town. Friends and coworkers were evacuated. The power had been turned off the day before. Fire planes and helicopters flew low overhead all day. img_7660We got Dory packed and hitched, ready on the street to go at a moment’s notice if need be. It was a day’s worth of feeling the fragility of home and all the acquired stuff.

Again, it was more of a scare than the serious possibility it could have been. There are lots of Californians facing that right now, and I surely feel for them. I guess it’s just one of those times in life when everything feels quite temporary. I’m working on noticing that, like my mindful friend would say. And I feel gratitude in the mix with all the anxiety. It’s just not the dominant feeling a lot of the time. I’m working on that too, Rita. 🙂

img_7657On a purely practical note, it is awesome to have a 12v fridge and espresso machine available during blackouts. Also, we have an abundance of solar or battery powered light sources. Since this seems to be a regular thing that happens in California, we have started thinking seriously about how to make these events less impactful. And I’ve got to figure out what to do about all the photos. There is just no way I’m going to be able to save all the albums. Ugh. I know as long as I’ve got the family and the kitty, and Dory, we’ll be fine. But I did think a lot about the pictures. Maybe another reason to keep up the blog; at least these pictures won’t get incinerated.

Didn’t take data, but it’s the same as usual. This time site 23, non premium. #survived

Butano (4)

EHnIJ928SieS46F926yo2gFollowing the events in California this past week, I had one recurring thought: I really wish we had a flat driveway. Power went out for most of the state at varying times and for varying durations in an attempt to prevent fires started by trees blowing into power lines. Without debating the pros and cons of PG&E’s plan, one thing I was thankful for was Dory. While the need did not arise, because we lost power for less than 24 hours total, it was nice to know we had a place to put a couple months’ worth of our daughter’s insulin and have it not go bad. Dory’s fridge will run just fine in the garage, the only downside being the lack of ability to recharge the battery using the solar panels. I knew we could have powered up the generator if need be, and I suppose we could have parked her in the driveway. She would have just been very tippy. Much more fun would have been the option to move in until power was restored. For that, we needed the weekend, but by then the “breezmergency” (a term coined by an awesome fellow teacher), had passed.

oOEoHywdTmqC7tdleJ4ftQWe were pleased to see that camping continues with, or without, power. The Butano State Park ranger in fact told us that the town of Pescadero loses power all the time. So they were generally unfazed and well prepared. Butano is not the place for solar recharging though. This is a deep redwood forest campground. It is mostly populated by tent campers and most of the sites are not too trailer friendly. We’d been in #2 before, but it’s a challenge backing in uphill, avoiding various stumps and trees, all while remaining on the narrow road. I failed the first attempt and ran Bruce’s driver’s side tire into a ditch. It is also not not like you can just pull forward a little and try again. The road in front of site 2 is super steep. So, to come at it again from a better angle, I had to go all the way down the road until I could make an unadvisably tight U-turn. Then, I had to drive all the way back up, past our site, around the campground loop again, and back to the site, hoping my center of the road position would do it. I was prepared to break out the Caravan Mover if necessary, but the second time proved successful.

Hk7Ht4EnSQ2daErPHO0NJAThankfully, we had stopped at the little market in Pescadero, Arcangelli, on our way and had picked up dinner just before they closed at 6. With darkness falling and nerves on edge, a hot pesto chicken sandwich with pasta and potato salads, and olallieberry pie for dessert, really hit the spot.

IMG_3099Saturday began with the usual: a bike ride for Richard and a report for me. There is absolutely no service in the campground, but there is really good wifi down at the Visitor Center. After I’d finished writing, I drove down and used the wifi to pull up some other reports and do some thinking. Richard wasn’t too far away at that point and we met back up at Dory for a change of clothes (for him) before heading back down to Pescadero for lunch.

4qP4VkghTumClP5Gp2pdHQSaturday afternoon was spent poking around the tide pools at Bean Hollow State Park, Pebble Beach until sunset. We saw all kinds of anemones and little hermit crabs. There were seals sunning on rocks and big birds congregating atop white, bird poop covered, outcroppings. The timing for both sunset and low tide coincided, so we got to wander out quite far, taking care not to break legs on the slippery seaweed.

The sunset was beautiful. The plentiful cloud cover turned all kinds of pretty colors after the sun went down and I enjoyed the task of trying to catch the splashes of waves, back lit by the setting sun. One of them came out pretty well.fullsizeoutput_1354

hs%Xu829S0+m3nIHTC5yFQDinner Saturday was at a fifth grade teacher favorite: Duarte’s, in Pescadero. This is the go to place during camp week, and the “half and half” cream of artichoke and green chile soup is the thing to have. It is not on the menu, so don’t bother looking for it.

Sunday we dumped tanks at Half Moon Bay SP while I reminded myself that yes, I really do need to go to the Professional Development Day on Monday. “Are you suuuuuure?” was the question that got repeated all morning, by both of us really. The sign at the kiosk said “campground full” anyway and I didn’t let Richard double check. So we dumped, had some lunch in the day use area, and it was home again home again.

Wonder what next week will bring the Golden State?

Total miles: 76.4, 15.0 mpg, 2 hours 52 min. Site 2, challenging but doable. Very tippy. No hookups, no solar, no service. Good wifi at the Visitor Center. Bathrooms are fine. Crumb clean campground.