Who knew that waking up in the morning, wandering outside, and plucking a grapefruit off a tree only a few feet from your trailer… could be so refreshing? Well it is… er… was. We were really spoiled in both Yuma and Cathedral City with fruit trees only steps from our doors… and now, alas, we are on the road … dare I say?…. heading…. ugh…. north. Not to say we’re not looking forward to being home and seeing our families and friends…. but, really!! My sister just wrote to say it was going UP to 10…. Ten what? I say…. we’re already shivering in the mid 70’s. Surely she is just playing with our goose-bump meters….
I digress… about the grapefruits… my mom used to love grapefruit (juice) and my dad tried hard to eat one every morning… me? I thought they were the sourest fruit in the store,,, ‘cept maybe the oranges. Seems I missed a step in the process… appears that grapefruits grown on trees (not sprouting from boxes and onto shelves) … and plucked fresh in the morning (while the coffee is brewing) well… they’re just plain old fantastic.. and not sour.. They don’t even need a coating of sugar to be palatable. Now… if only I could find some of those marvellous “grapefruit spoons” we used to have growing up. You know the ones.. curved in the middle so you could scoop out each segment without having to spend half your morning… cutting and slicing both sides of each little sinewy wall.. separating each of the little segments…. takes the fun out of it after a while…. but they’re still GOOOD>>>> and I miss them. Guess it’s a good thing I did a little “harvesting” before we left this morning.. I think we have enough to get us to Seattle at least !! :-)
Now then.. back to what’s happening… We tore ourselves away from The Outdoors Resort (Cathedral City) and, after returning our golf cart to it’s owner…and the key to the tennis court… and the.. well you get it… seems we’d moved right in and settled. But.. once we got over the fact we were leaving.. it was okay.. and we started to look forward to new adventures..
So, here we are in Bakersfield, CA, at the Orange Grove RV Park, after an fairly uneventful drive north. I say “fairly uneventful” because we did have a couple of mishaps. Nothing we can’t deal with.. but… well, these things can happen… First, we realized not too far out, that the battery was dead. Not dying… but dead. No problem.. we can run the fridge under the power from the truck (run through the umbilical cord) and we plan to be “plugging in” at RV parks all the way home anyway. Well, then there was mishap #2. Seems the umbilical cord has a mind of it’s own and was determined to do itself in while we travelled. Thank goodness for one vehicle (only one mind you… of the hundred or so that passed us while we discussed why that one vehicle might have been beeping his horn and pointing at us as he passed… ). It’s amazing how many reasons you can dream up about why someone is pointing at you as you drive blindly on.. procrastinating about interrupting the northerly flow of motion… but, okay, we did. Pulled off, stopped, and did a walk about… OOPS, aforementioned umbilical cord had decided to disengage from the connector, and then drag itself to an untimely death… upon the highway… double OOPS… We were in no place suitable for stopping and fixing such a situation (as if we could :-). And so, we continued…. and got ourselves to the Orange Grove RV Park just like we’d planned….
So here we are, 7 plump oranges in the larder, a pizza just arriving, Sophie fed, watered and hunkered down under her pink ‘bink’… and Kathy setting up a movie for us to watch… Oh, and the “guy” is coming tomorrow to fix the connector.. and we’ll research what kind of battery to buy when we get home… (Kathy’s lovin’ all this research… :-)
Not sure where we’re headed tomorrow. Depends how long the repairs take… but we’ll head somewhere north for sure… ‘till then.. take good care.. talk to you soon…. CJ, K and PS.