Last Tuesday, July 19, I left San Diego to begin my nomadic life as a full tim RVer, in my sweet little Roadtrek. I broke myself in easy.
My first stop was to visit the Curry’s – Jeff and Mary Jane, other Roadtrekers at their home west of LA in a beautiful and fertile valley. Artichokes definitely are the crop of choice. I could not have had nicer hosts. Elsie and I had our own suite with a beautiful door to the backyard. Miss Elsie liked that option.
I received the grand tour ending in a late afternoon dinner at the beach. Sweet, and a nice way to start my new life. I even got a bike ride in while I stayed with them and began to explore. There is a beautiful canyon about a mile from their home, Hill Canyon. It never ceases to amaze me that in an area of the US with billions of people, I can find a very quiet and beautiful place to ride.
Jeff helped me understand my Roadtrek better. I am always up for that. After many months of reading about the anode rod in the hot water tank, via the Roadtrek Facebook page, I got to see it up close and personal. I now have a new once which I replaced myself with some assistance. I received a few lessons on my engine. Next thing you know, I will be like everyone else and doing the work on my RV myself. NOT!!!!!!
Friday I left hoping to camp on the Big Sur Coast. Hah! Do not do this in the summer. Do not think you can just drive out there and get a site in a campground on a July weekend. It is not going to happen. Having driven and camped this area many times, I was happy to do a slow lazy drive through. In some ways, I am glad this played out the way it did. There is a wild fire raging in Garapata Canyon as I drove through. It was impressive to see the smoke. You could actually see the flames. Fire trucks lined that area of the 1 and when I got to Carmel there was actually talk of closing the 1. Made me glad I was north of it.
Now I am camped at Laguna Seca. I can hear the the race cars on the track and soon I will walk over to see them. Even though I have been to Monterey numerous times, I keep thinking I need to go off and explore. It is hard to remind myself that this is now my permanent home and I don’t need to be a tourist 100% of the time. I believe it will take a while to get into this mode of understanding. And….maybe I never will, as long as I pay the bills.
I know the adventure is just beginning. When the sky is blue and I am sitting under some beautiful oaks, sipping my tea, I say to myself well so far this isn’t bad, not bad at all.