Sunday, March 27, 2022

Some days you’re just too busy to write… a quick catch-up.

 Hellooo out there; in case you were wondering we have not dropped off the planet. Once our footprints start heading west and north the days just seem to be gobbled up and all sense of time gets kind of fuzzy. As well, in these modern times, there’s not much opportunity for being ‘off the grid’. Not so many years ago heading off in the boat or into the forest with a tent meant “see you when we get back”. There were no cell phones and certainly no internet, wifi, apps, or other such technically confusing apparatuses (is that a word or should it be apparati?). Anyway, we’ve been busy as well as on vacation.

When we left Cattail Cove SP we headed ten minutes down the road to another state park we have enjoyed in the past - Buckskin Mountain SP on the Colorado River. There we found, more grass, less barking dogs, just as much wind (so not much opportunity to have our shade-creating awnings out), friendly staff and (just like the last couple stops) washrooms in need of updating and better maintenance. BUT we enjoyed our time there, complete with bocce in the wind, happy hours and the beginning of what has become the 2022  Jenga Tournament of Champions. The quarter and semi finals have been played and the grand Finals are scheduled for tonight. I digress.

Wind Event; that’s what they called it.  Then they called for Wind Events #1 and #2.  The first event called for gusts up to 55 MPH and that’s pretty much what we got. It certain'y had our attention as the trailer rocked and rolled and campsite carpets picked up and attempted to fly.  Then they called for Wind Event #2 with gusts up to 45 MPH. We were supposed to leave right in the middle of these ‘events’.  Needless to say that didn t happen.  Visions of trailers flying sideways down the road are not the way you want to be travelling.  The authorities were even warning people to stay put; so we did.  At least John and Sue were able to stay in their site. Unfortunately ours was not available for the extra day so we did have to move…but only a few miles down the road to a nice, newer state park called River Island. The overnight was quite peaceful and we packed up and headed out the next day (after adjusting all previously booked reservations for the remainder of the trip home - by one day).

Next stop was in Tehachapi at the Mountain View RV Park. This was a one nighter and it was really great; one of those ‘mom ‘n pop’ places where everything is kind of rough but works. The washrooms were clean and there was even a washer and dryer we could have used.  It’s set up right beside a small airstrip where small planes towing gliders took off every once in a while. They were a lot quieter than the Blue Angels and fun to watch.

Off the next morning to Coalinga and the Harris Ranch.  We’ve been here before, twice.  This is a rather unique place, famous for its wonderful restaurants and the fact RVs can stay overnight for free. On previous visits we had parked on the road behind the attached gas station (very noisy with the big trucks coming and going and the guy who blows off the parking areas at 0500).  The second time we were there we opted for the dirt field off to the side (much quieter but a very rough ride across the rutted and rough field.  This time I called ahead to ask if there wasn’t somewhere nicer we could park. “Why don’t you park in the parking lot?” a nice youn woman suggested. Doh!!  The parking lot??  What a novel idea ๐Ÿ˜„and so we did. It was indeed quieter with no large trucks, however the 0500 leaf blower guy was still there and little Lucy was over-run with the stench of nearby cattle stockades… not pleasant at all. Once awake thanks to the 0500 leaf blowing alarm, we were up and on our way fairly quickly.

Down (actually up) the road again… and we were at the Rolling Hills Casino RV in Corning. While their sites are very nice, ever since they switched to a new registration system, and then assigned untrained staff to manage it, checking in has been a gong show. Sue stood in line for one hour to check in and I waited for 45 minutes. Having done so I was given a site number with instructions to come back and see them if there was already someone in the site! We won’t be going back… way too stressful.  From Corning to Canyonville, where we are this morning. It’s very busy here, and full. This morning we head to Sheldon, WA the Little Creek Casino RV (no, we don’t gamble but their RV parks are flat and full service). 

Our last camp out will be at Port Townsend. They have a rustic RV park right at the boat harbour. We’ll be there for two nights and will take care of our COVID tests during that time. We will be on the March 30, 0820 Coho Ferry from Port Angeles. My time for chatting has run out so I will post this as is and get busy preparing to leave.  No photos today but, when we have time, we’ll put together a collection and post them.

I hope this message finds you healthy, happy and safe. TTFN  CJ


Saturday, March 19, 2022

Cattail Cove State Park

 


Cool mornings, hot afternoons, warm breezes, white sand beach, swimming for the brave.  Nope, not Hawaii but Cattail Cove State Park nestled on the shore of Lake Havasu and a fitting location to begin our journey towards home.  




There are also some good hiking trails and walking paths to temp the energetic. We’re here for a few days after which we’ll move 14 minutes down the road to another state park. We’re having fun sharing some of our favourite RV haunts with Sue and John. Each one is different (the state parks that is :-) with its own set of unique features, topography and set up.


Fun story about here. Two days ago, in the heat of the day, Kathy and I decided to go for a swim. We donned our bathing suits, grabbed our towels and headed down to the beach. We had been in the water here before and it had been quite warm. Once there we spotted two young women standing in the water- all the way up to their knees.  “It’s cold” one of them called over, “really cold”.  Not to be deterred we waded in and, yes, it was definitely cold but we waded in up to our waist and then paused.  Being experienced Gulf Island swimmers we knew the trick. If you were crazy enough to actually want to swim in cold water, you need to wait long enough for at least half of your body to go numb. While we waited we politely goaded the young women a bit about diving in and getting it over with. We had some fun kibitzing back and forth. Finally I called over “how old are you guys anyway?”. One replied that she was 36 and her friend was 27.  I smiled, calmly pointed to myself and said “70”…. at which point, to everyone’s surprise, Kathy and I both dove into the VERY cold water and popped back up without hyperventilating. Well, you can imagine what happened then.  Both of the two younger women dove in (with a little screeching) and even another couple joined the daring frolicking.  We six congratulated ourselves and declared ourselves very brave, etc., etc.

Six folks having fun… a moment in time, no names needed…just some humour, a dare, and some success. A story to share.

Hope all is well with each of you and you’re looking forward to spring. The cactus flowers are starting their blooms down here and are quite beautiful. We look forward to our flowers at home that must be showing their tips by now. Bye bye for now… CJ

Friday, March 4, 2022

Lost Dutchman State Park

 


Still Number One in our books, the Lost Dutchman State Park is beautiful!

Having seen the movie (you should too) several times, we still can’t figure out where the hidden gold mine might be, and my old hockey knees will only let me investigate so far up the trail (and not far enough) sigh. That’s OK though because we could sit and gaze at the rugged beauty surrounding us… for days; and there are lots of ‘lesser’ hikes to expend my energy on. Kathy will head off on the steeper trails and I’ll keep up as I can. Maddie is also adapting and does pretty well avoiding cactus and other prickly apparitions. 



We’ve had two days of blazing hot temps and, starting tomorrow, the temperature is forecast to drop significantly.  No snow is expected though ๐Ÿ˜ (like last time we were here). We’ll be at Lost Dutchman for a total of two weeks before we move on heading west and northerly.  Until then we’ll kick back, watch the news, and enjoy the desert beauty that surrounds us. Probably get a little reading in too.


Hope all is well with each of you… adios for now. CJ