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Home on the Hill

Our first month at Mission Bay RV Resort at De Anza Cove in San Diego ended yesterday. One month is the maximum length of time you can stay in the park. After one month, you must leave for a period of at least 24 hours before you can check in again. I wrote about it last year in this post.

The City of San Diego has been fighting the residents of the mobile home park at De Anza which surrounds the RV park. This land was originally owned by the state. When the city worked out a lease with the state to add this land to their Mission Bay holdings in the 1950s, it was supposed to be a park for “travel trailers.”

In the 1970s, the city and state governments agreed to “phase out” permanent residents. At the same time, the state of California passed a law ensuring that residents could stay until the lease expired in 2003.

At the time the lease expired in 2003, residents filed a class action lawsuit against the city. They won an injunction in court allowing them to remain in their mobile homes – which may have once been mobile, but were made permanent long ago. The battle has been ongoing in the courts since then.

The “phasing out” continues. As residents pass away, their dwellings are demolished and the empty lot belongs to the city. Last month, the city council passed a bill to allocate $22 million to relocate the remaining residents. If they can reach an agreement, the mobile homes will disappear.

There has been much speculation over what will become of the area when that happens. The state still insists that the land was always intended for recreational use. There have been rumors of a resort hotel or enhanced RV resort. You know which rumor we want to believe.

I believe this lawsuit is the reason for the one-month maximum stay in the RV park. The city doesn’t want any chance of RV dwellers claiming residence in the park. Making us leave after a month is their insurance policy.

We opted to spend our 24-hour exile at the Sycuan Casino like we did last year. It’s about 30 miles from De Anza. It’s an easy drive and the distance is long enough to exercise the coach and get the running gear up to operating temperature. I think this is a good thing to do. We also run the generator while we’re parked at the casino. Monthly exercise for the generator is also good.

After we arrived and set up in the upper lot, I took my driver’s license, registration and proof of insurance to the casino’s security area. They require these documents to issue a free overnight pass – they actually gave us a two-night pass and encouraged us to stay and enjoy the casino. They didn’t require this documentation the first time we stayed here, just a driver’s license. Now they want to make sure we are the registered owners of a licensed and insured vehicle on their property.

Our home on the hill at Sycuan Casino

We enjoyed a cold one at the casino sports bar, then walked back up to the upper lot called Bradley 2. Bradley 2 is the designated RV parking lot. It’s large and we are the only occupants at this time. Later, we returned to the casino and had dinner in one of the restaurants there. I had the kung pao chicken. Donna had a baja chicken bowl. Both dishes were mediocre at best, but there was lots of it. We both brought home leftovers that we’ll have for lunch today.

Donna made banana pancakes with walnuts, chocolate chips and dried cherries for breakfast this morning. We plan to shove off soon and head back to Mission Bay RV Resort to begin another month long stay.

Paradise Point

Yesterday’s weather was predictable. The marine layer burned off by noon and we had somewhat hazy, blue skies. The weather pattern is changing as the wind shifts from the northwest. This brings moisture and the possibility of much-needed rain showers tonight.

I was feeling restless by noon yesterday. Donna is busy working on a book revision that has a deadline. I went out on the scooter and stopped at the Chase Bank on Cass Street in Pacific Beach. I still have stitches in the palm of my right hand, which made riding the scooter a little difficult. I quickly learned how to relax my grip enough to keep the palm of my hand off the handlebar. I was basically riding with my thumb and two fingers.

I tooled around Mission Bay and rode to Paradise Point. Paradise Point is a 44-acre island on Mission Bay, accessed from Ingraham Street. The island sits between west Mission Bay and east Mission Bay, with Fisherman’s Channel on the north side and Mission Bay Channel and South Cove on the south side. Roughly half of the island is part of Mission Bay Park, open to the public. The rest of the island is occupied by Paradise Point Resort and Spa – a 464-room full-service luxury resort. When I was growing up and through the ’80s, it was known as Vacation Village.

Back then, I spent many Sundays on the island at the Model Yacht Pond. This is a rectangular basin surrounded by well-kept lawns. It was built as part of the Mission Bay Park master plan. The original intent was to have public school students build model boats and have inter-scholastic competitions.

Back in the ’80s I was a member of a club called the San Diego Argonauts. The Argonauts are model boat enthusiasts and they sponsor monthly competitions at the pond. The regular schedule calls for members of the ship building guild to sail their intricately detailed electric powered boats on Saturday mornings. You’ll see everything from model fishing trawlers to luxury yachts to battleships.

On Saturday afternoon, once the wind usually picks up, the pond is taken over by the sail division. Cleverly designed radio-controlled sail boats sail gracefully across the pond. Nowadays, most of these boats are very high-tech with carbon fiber hulls and masts.

On Sundays, the power division rules the pond. Various scale models of racing type boats are on the pond. Some are larger off-shore designs powered by weed-wacker type engines. You’ll also see hydroplanes powered by nitro-burning, two-stroke-model racing engines.

I had a mono-hull racing boat back in the day, powered by an O.S. Max 7.5cc racing engine. I participated in monthly races sanctioned by the North American Model Boat Association (NAMBA). NAMBA sets the rules for various classifications of racing boats. My boat was controlled by a two-channel radio – one channel for the throttle and one for the rudder.

Model Yacht Pond

Model boat racing became an expense beyond my means as I was raising a young family and had other hobbies as well. I was racing to win, and oftentimes I would be much too liberal with the nitro-methane percentage – resulting in blown engines. I only competed for one season.

Paradise Point Resort also includes two beachfront restaurants and the Barefoot Bar. The views are spectacular.

View to the northwest from Paradise Point at Fisherman’s Channel looking across Sail Bay

View to the south across Mission Bay Channel towards the West Mission Bay Drive bridge

We’re planning to hit the farmers’ market on Bayard Street this afternoon. We have yet to make it to the farmers’ market in the Little Italy district on Saturday. I thought we might go this weekend, but then Donna reminded me that she and her sister, Linda, are going to a country western music festival in El Cajon with our friend, Mona. I think I’ll go watch the model sailboat regatta at Paradise Point.

A Few Stitches Later

I want to thank everyone for the birthday wishes. Monday, October 6th, was my 58th birthday. Donna cooked up a nice breakfast with scrambled eggs and Black Forest bacon and presented me with a four-pack of Oaked Arrogant Bastard Ale from Stone Brewing (for consumption later).

We kept it low key for most of the day. Around 4pm, we drove to the Offshore Tavern and Grill. A few friends stopped by, including my longtime friend, Carole Sue Bringas, and our friends, Bud and Mona, plus Donna’s sister, Linda. Donna ordered a table full of appetizer plates. We enjoyed good food, beer and great company. We watched the first quarter of the Monday Night Football game, then called it a day.

I watched the rest of the game at home. I drank plenty of water, about 1.5 liters to hydrate myself in preparation for the minor surgery on my hand scheduled for Tuesday morning.

Last week, when I was examined by Dr. Leek, he checked my right ring finger and we agreed it would require surgery to release the trigger finger condition. At that time, he asked me if I was having trouble with any other fingers. I told him, “No.”

Over the weekend, my right middle (long) finger started sticking, though not as severely as my ring finger. I could get it to extend with some effort. When my ring finger sticks, I have to pull it straight with my left hand.

The surgery was scheduled for 10:15am Tuesday morning. We needed to be at the surgery center by 9am. I wasn’t allowed to have food or drink past midnight. Donna was up early and took a phone call at 7am. It was the surgery center. They had a cancellation and wanted to know if I could come in early.

I got up, showered and dressed and we were on our way by 7:30am. I had to complete the usual paperwork at the Mission Valley Heights Surgery Center and then they prepped me for the procedure. I talked to Dr, Leek and told him about my middle finger. He said he would give it a cortisone injection while I was sedated.

The people at the center were very friendly and efficient. Donna sat and visited with me while I was waiting to go the operating room (OR). I had an IV hydrating my body with Ringer’s solution. They added an antibiotic before I went to the OR. They had me draw an “X” on the finger that was slated for surgery, put a dot on the finger that would get the cortisone injection and off we went.

The anesthesiologist gave me a choice of deep sedation or light sedation. The light sedation is a combination of a valium-type drug and propofol. The propofol puts you into a trance-like state with no memory (amnesia) of what’s taking place. I opted for the light sedation. There’s less risk of complications and the recovery time is much quicker.

All went well. I’m having difficulty typing this today. I have stitches in the palm of my hand which will stay for about 10 days. I’ll take it easy today. I’m kicking back with my hand elevated and letting the oxycodone do it’s thing.

Recovery time

Pacific Beach Fest

Donna drove Shauna’s Volkswagen Beetle to Point Loma on Saturday to participate in her sister, Sheila’s exercise class. I put my blog post together and hung out at the Mission Bay RV Resort.

Later, Donna wanted to go shopping for a new bedspread and throw pillows for our living room. She drove north to Cost Plus World Market. I don’t enjoy shopping for household items nearly as much as Donna so I didn’t go with her. I thought she would enjoy shopping at her own pace without me. I usually go to the store, find the item I’m looking for, pay and leave. Donna likes to wander the aisles and look things over.

I opted to take the scooter and go to the self-serve car wash to clean it up. After that, I headed to the Pacific Beach Fest to check out some of the activities. The weather was hot with clear skies. Donna and I went to the Pacific Beach Fest last year – I wrote about it in this post.

The Pacific Beach Fest is a one-day annual event. They have numerous beach activities, such as sand castle contests, a Pro-Am surf contest, beach volleyball tournament, a 5k run, live music, beer gardens and many vendors. It happens along the beach walk between Thomas Street to the south and Diamond Street to the north. The roads are closed to vehicle traffic west of Mission Boulevard.

I parked the scooter by the Surfer Hotel at the end of Pacific Beach Drive and walked north on the boardwalk. The boardwalk, shops, bars and restaurants were packed with people. Although there were lots of people on the sandy beach, it still wasn’t as crowded as it gets in July or August.

Standing room only on the deck at the Lahaina Beach House

Standing room only on the deck at Lahaina Beach House

As I got closer to Crystal Pier, I could hear a blend of sounds. There was a band playing on a stage near the pier. An announcer was describing the surf contest action over a PA system.

Vendors on the beach walk

After I passed the vendor tents, I saw the beach volleyball area. In the photo below, you can see the cottages on Crystal Pier I described in this post.

Beach volleyball area

I walked down on the beach for a closer look at the volleyball game. The sand was hot, so I kept my flip-flops on. Once I was down on the beach, I could hear the announcer for the game.

Beach volleyball tournament

The volleyball tournament was nearly finished. I hung around and watched a few points, but it was hot standing in the sun and sand.

The band I heard playing was set up near the volleyball area.

I went down by the ocean and looped south along the hard-packed sand. It was a little cooler along the water. I made a detour and stopped at the Baja Cafe for a cold one. I went into the bar. It was packed. I ordered a Stone IPA, but soon regretted it. It was standing room only and so crowded, the heat was stifling. I didn’t linger. I finished my beer quickly and headed back to the scooter.

We took it easy Saturday night. We kicked back and watched a movie called Mud, starring Matthew McConaughey. It was an entertaining story.

On Sunday morning, Donna met her friend, Jana Hartwell, at Shelter Island. They went for a walk and talked. After their walk, they went to the Sunday farmers’ market on Shelter Island. In the San Diego area, you can find a farmers’ market in one community or another almost every day of the week. Anyway, Donna came home with a 10-lb. bag of oranges that were just picked the day before plus some tinga (spicy) chicken tamales that she steamed for lunch.

I stayed home and enjoyed NFL football. I flipped back and forth between two morning games. I mostly watched the Cowboys versus Texans game which the Cowboys won in overtime, giving them bragging rights in the state of Texas.

In the afternoon, I watched the San Diego Chargers whip the New York Jets in every phase of the game. The final score was 31-0. The Chargers are playing great football and their record is now 4-1.

Today is my birthday. It’s hard for me to believe I’m 58 years old. Except for a few aches and pains, I feel like a kid most of the time. Donna and I will celebrate at the Offshore Tavern and Grill this evening. We’ll catch the Monday night game there, but I’ll have to take it easy. I have to get up early tomorrow for the surgery on my right hand.

Beach Weather

The weather guessers had it partly right yesterday. We hit 90 degrees, but the Santa Ana winds predicted never materialized. Santa Ana is a condition that occurs when an area of high pressure forms to the east over the desert and low pressure is located off the coast. This creates an offshore flow, bringing warm, dry, gusty winds from the desert to coastal southern California. After a dry summer, Santa Ana winds also bring concern for wildfire.

I rode the scooter to La Jolla, where I stopped at Rigaberto’s and had taquitos (rolled tacos) for lunch. I rode through the La Jolla Cove area to the beach at La Jolla Shores. The hot weather brought people out in droves to the beach.

Beach at La Jolla Shores – October 3rd

I like coming to San Diego in September and October due to the nice weather and lack of tourist traffic. But there was no lack of traffic at the beaches yesterday. Finding a place to park at La Jolla Shores wasn’t easy, even though I was on the scooter. Riding was maddening as people would suddenly stop in the middle of the road if they thought they saw someone leaving and opening up a parking space. It was like driving in Yellowstone Park, where people routinely stop and gawk. I saw a road sign in La Jolla that made me smile. I wished people would heed the sign.

As I mentioned, the Santa Ana winds were absent. In fact, there was very little wind at the beach. The surf looked good at the shores but I stayed off the sand and away from the water. My big toe is healing nicely, but I don’t think the wound is ready for sand.

While I was out, Donna stayed home and worked. After I came home, Donna’s sister, Linda came over. I helped them prep the Sea Eagle kayak and they went out for a cruise on the bay.

Donna and Linda heading out of De Anza Cove

When they returned, Donna roasted carrots, beets, onions and yellow, green and purple beans (from the farmers’ market) while I grilled marinated boneless, skinless chicken thighs. We rarely cook chicken breasts anymore. The thighs are juicier and more flavorful in our opinion.

Roasted veggies

Linda stayed and visited for awhile after dinner. Later, after Linda left, a new neighbor came over. We expected the park to fill up for the weekend. There are a few open sites, but we have neighbors all around us now. The new neighbor introduced herself – her name is Christi. She invited us to join a small party at their place in the site behind our coach.

They were here with friends who have a coach in the site next to us. Christi introduced us to her husband, Jeff and their friends Shannon and Craig. The four of them are from Poway, a community north of San Diego. They’re weekend warriors, but Shannon and Craig are contemplating the full-time lifestyle.

New neoghbors - Shannon, Jeff, Christi, Craig and Donna

New neighbors – Shannon, Craig, Christi, Jeff and Donna

We sat up later than we usually do, talking and enjoying adult beverages. We broke the quiet time curfew and had fun.

Today, we have no wind at all this morning. The forecast calls for a slightly cooler day and no mention of Santa Ana wind. Donna headed out to Point Loma for an exercise class with her sister, Sheila. I have no plan at all.

Going Home

My last post ended with a phone call Tuesday morning from Giant RV in Murrieta telling me they had found a motor for our HWH pump and would have it that afternoon. Tom, from Giant RV, told me he would have it around 3pm. Kathy, from West Wind RV, juggled their schedule and would send Mike over Wednesday morning to install the new motor.

I mapped out a route to Giant RV, avoiding I-15. Although our scooter is capable of 75mph, I don’t like riding it that fast. I also don’t like having cars blow by me on the interstate. The route I mapped out had 50-55 mph speed limits which meant most cars were going 60-65 mph. It was 25 miles from Jojoba Hills to Giant RV.

I left Jojoba Hills around 2:30pm. I estimated 45 minutes for the 25-mile ride with traffic. I wanted to get the part and be on my way home before rush hour. My ETA was good, I arrived at Giant RV at 3:15pm.

I told the girl at the parts counter that I was there to pick up an HWH motor they had for me. She said, “Oh, Tom was just talking about that. I think he went on lunch break. Let me see if I can find him.” This didn’t sound good.

She came back with Tom. He told me he didn’t have the part. The manager of their store in Colton neglected to put it on the transfer list, so their driver didn’t pick it up. He said he would get it tomorrow.

I stayed calm as I explained my situation to him. Without the part, we couldn’t move and West Wind had re-arranged their schedule based on me having the part. He said, “Give me a minute and I’ll see what we can do.”

A few minutes later, he told me he was going to Colton to get the part. I would have to sit tight until he returned. It was 3:30pm. I wasn’t familiar with Colton, so I asked how far away it was. He said it was 45 miles!

The parts manager from Murrieta happened to be in a meeting at the Colton store. Tom phoned ahead and apprised him of the situation. The manager was not planning to return to the Murrieta store, but he took the part and met Tom halfway. I had the part in hand a little before 5pm. Tom really went out of his way to correct their mistake and I was very grateful.

Kathy called me later that evening to confirm our appointment and to make sure I had the part. We were all set.

On Wednesday morning, Mike installed the new motor. He showed me a couple of tricks to get the old motor out and the new one in. There aren’t any manuals for removing and replacing parts of an HWH hydraulic unit. Now I know how to do it correctly and will tackle the job myself if I ever have to. I plan to have the old motor rebuilt so I’ll have a spare on hand if needed.

With the new motor, the HWH unit seems quieter and the slides seem to move a little faster. I had nothing to compare to before, so I didn’t know the old unit was noisy. That would’ve been my only indication that something was going wrong with the motor. Other than that, it failed without warning.

We pulled out of Jojoba Hills just past noon. As we drove down highway 79, Donna snapped a photo of a roadside sculpture. There’s an artist community in that area and we suspect they are responsible for the beautiful metal sculptures on this section of highway. She took a photo through the windshield of wild horses jumping across the highway.

Wild horses jumping across highway 79 near Temecula

Less than two hours later, we checked in at Mission Bay RV Resort. I dropped our trailer across from the security shack and we set up in site 114. The security supervisor recognized us and welcomed us back. Donna said to me, “I wonder if he’ll notice we have a new coach.” I said, “He sees so many rigs come in and out of here, I doubt if he’ll notice we have a different coach.” Later, the security supervisor asked me if we had a new rig. He remembered our old coach! I feel like I’ve come home again.

We like to mix it up and stay in a variety of locations. Sometimes it’s nice to be boondocking in a secluded area without noise and starry skies at night. And sometimes we like staying in an RV park in a quiet, rural area or in an urban setting where we can explore and go bicycling.

For me, San Diego is home base. I have many connections here. My youngest daughter is at Cal Western School of Law, my step-dad lives in Menifee, and Donna has two sisters here. I have many good friends here. And there are many places that bring back memories. Plus we love being able to ride our bikes right out of the park on trails that take us to the beaches.

After I set up, I showered and rode the scooter over to my favorite watering hole, Offshore Grill and Tavern. Meanwhile, Donna’s sister, Linda, came over to visit. I had a couple of IPAs and a poke (po-key) plate at Offshore and caught up with some of the old crowd there. I picked up a football pool sheet and plan to donate to the pool.

Poke plate

On the way back, I was struck by all of the activity in Mission Bay Park. There were various exercise groups on the grass. There were families picnicking. Volleyball games were going on. And of course, people were out on the water.

Family picnic and volleyball in the park

When I returned, Donna and Linda had gone out to eat at the Pacific Beach Fish Shop. Later, my daughter, Shauna, stopped by to visit. Life is good. It was a great day.

I’m looking forward to getting on my bicycle and taking a ride to Pacific Beach today. Although the temperature is a little higher than usual, it’s much more comfortable than the heat we’ve been in for the past few weeks. Today we should see abundant sunshine and a high of 81 degrees.

No Escape from the Heat

After writing my post on Sunday, I tuned in the Patriots vs Vikings NFL game. At the half, I went outside and replaced the check valves in the HWH hydraulic pump. Meanwhile, Donna went for a walk and said she felt remarkably well after Saturday’s grueling bike race.

The new check valves didn’t make any difference. The right rear jack still won’t stay in the extended position. It slowly retracts itself. By the time I finished cleaning up, it was 11:45am. Donna and I drove to town and had lunch at a Mexican restaurant. Donna ordered seafood fajitas minus the tortillas (in keeping with her 21-Day Sugar Detox program) while I had enchiladas suiza. I would give the restaurant, Don Perico’s, a three on a scale of five. There wasn’t anything about the food or service that stood out, but it wasn’t bad either.

We made it back in time for the Chargers home opener against the Seattle Seahawks. It’s unseasonably warm in San Diego. The temperature on the field at Qualcomm Stadium was well over 100 degrees! The Chargers wisely chose to wear their white uniforms. It was an entertaining game. The Chargers beat the reigning Superbowl champs 30-21. It shouldn’t have been that close – the Seahawks were given a touchdown when their player clearly stepped out of bounds at the 21-yard line. At the end of the day, it didn’t matter though. A win is a win. While I was enjoying the game, Donna went to town and did some shopping like a good tourist.

On Monday morning, we prepared to hit the road. Things were a little out of sequence as I had to get the coach ready to roll, then hit the dump station to dump and flush the tanks on the way out of Mountain View RV Park. While I was doing that, Donna drove the rental car back to Enterprise in town. The Enterprise guy gave Donna a ride to the Tractor Supply store where we planned to meet. We checked out the parking lot there when we picked up the rental car. It would be an easy entry and exit in the motorhome and it’s right next to highway CA58, which was our route away from Tehachapi. From Tehachapi, CA58 east is mostly a downhill run.

We drove east and made a stop at a rest area near Boron. It felt good to get out and stretch our legs. I didn’t know when we would see another rest area. Our route would take us south on US395 then on to I-15 and I-215. I didn’t recall any rest areas along that stretch.

We stopped at the Pilot/Flying J truck stop at the junction of US395. I have a Pilot/Flying J – Good Sam RV fuel card. With this credit card, I get a discount of six cents per gallon off the cash price. This saves 11 to 15 cents per gallon off the normal credit price. I also can pump all the fuel I need in one go. At most stations, a Visa card will only allow you to pump $100 of fuel. Then you have to go inside and pre-pay at the counter if you want more fuel. Another benefit at the Pilot/Flying J stations is that the truck pumps have high-flow nozzles. And they have two pumps – a master pump on the driver’s side and a slave pump on the right side. Our Alpine Coach has two filler necks, one on each side. With two high-flow nozzles, I can top up our 100-gallon tank in a few minutes.

US395 south took us through Adelanto and Victorville with many stoplights. I-15 south climbed to the Cajon Summit at an elevation of 4,190 feet above sea level. It was very hot – the outside temperature was in the high 90s. I’m happy to report that our coolant temperature and automatic transmission fluid temperature never exceeded 205 degrees on the climb. Coming down into the San Bernadino Valley, we rode the Jake brake as we traversed miles of 6% downgrade.

Clarke Hockwald (whatsnewell) wrote a post about driving in metro areas that I totally agree with. As we travel around in our RV, we tend to spend much of the time driving through rural or semi-rural areas with no worry of having to avoid rush hours. Driving through scenic countryside is enjoyable. When we know we’ll be driving through a high-density metro area, there’s a certain tension that builds. Parts of I-15 are five lanes wide. Trucks coming down the hill into San Bernadino stay in the right two lanes and keep their speed down. Cars use what ever lane they feel like, some of them zooming downhill at 80+ miles per hour. The speed differential creates some hairy moments as car drivers don’t obey the rules of the road. They pass on the right, some of them weaving their way back and forth through the lanes. We saw a couple of cars panic braking as they came upon slower traffic.

We made our way through the worst of it without incident. I wanted to get to Temecula by 2pm, as I knew the traffic volume increases dramatically by 3pm. Our destination was Jojoba Hills SKP Resort, about 18 miles east of downtown Temecula. SKP parks are operated by the Escapees RV Club. We’re Escapees members. Jojoba Hills is a private park for members only. The official address shows us in Aguanga, California. Aguanga comprises a post office and a small general store.

We arrived a little past 2pm. The woman in the office drove us around in a golf cart and showed us four different sites we could choose from. We chose site 646. It has a nice view to the south and was long enough for us to pull through without dropping the trailer. We have full hook-ups with 50-amp electric service. The park is located on a hillside with the sites terraced along paved interior roads. Our site is fairly level. The sites are gravel with a concrete pad for chairs and tables. We booked nine nights here at a discounted rate of $126 – that’s $14 per night! Nice!

Last evening’s view from our doorstep

Last evening, while I tuned in the Monday Night Football game, Donna went to the pool. The swimming pool is 65′ long. Donna said it was great for swimming laps. She swam a quarter mile last night and set a goal to swim a full mile before we leave here.

Today, the heat wave in southern California will continue. The forecast high for today is over 100 degrees! We should have relief in a few days when the forecast calls for highs around 80 degrees. Meanwhile, we can make good use of the pool.

In Search of Potato Vodka

I woke up with a stiff back yesterday. I’ve had lower back pain for a couple of days. I think it’s due to inactivity rather than something I did to strain it. I sat in front of the TV all day Sunday and that’s when it started bothering me.

Yesterday was one of those days that flew by without anything really interesting going on. We received our mail which was forwarded from our service in South Dakota. That’s always a highlight. Donna was happy to find a royalty check and I was happy to receive the business cards I ordered from Vistaprint.

Card looks grainy in this photo - actual cards are glossy and smooth

Card looks grainy in this photo – actual cards are semi-glossy and smooth

Donna and I rode the scooter to do some banking at the Chase Bank in town. The route we took had us riding on Edison Highway which had been freshly oiled in preparation for repaving. Not a good surface to scooter over.

We found the bank on Mount Vernon Avenue. Once we were finished there, we rode north about a mile to a Mexican restaurant Donna scoped out online. The Loma Linda restaurant had good reviews, so we decided to have lunch there. I had the chili verde burrito which was huge and served with rice and beans on the side. Donna ordered the camarones (shrimp) soup. She wasn’t too pleased with her choice. She said the shrimp had been way overcooked and the zucchini and carrots in the soup were large chunks that needed to be cut into smaller pieces before they could be spooned up. My lunch was very good, though I’m not used to eating such a large portion. Of course, no one forced me to eat the whole burrito, but I did. I was uncomfortable for most of the afternoon.

From the restaurant, we rode back down to the Albertson’s grocery store near the bank. Donna shopped while I sat on a bench outside in the shade. My back was so stiff that walking was a chore. We managed to pack several bags of groceries on the scooter. We filled the underseat compartment, a tote bag between my knees and a large backpack.

After we returned home, I thought a martini would be in order – for medicinal purposes. Before I could make a martini, I needed to replenish my vodka supply. I remembered passing a liquor store near here. I went back out on the scooter to the store. It was a poor example of a liquor store. They only had a few brands of vodka, mostly pints and half-pints and no potato vodka.

I went to two grocery stores and found poor selections again. I rode west on Niles Street and stopped at stores displaying liquor signs. In California, it’s usually easy to find liquor retailers. I found plenty of retailers – they just didn’t have what I was looking for. I phoned Donna and told her I may be out for longer than I thought. Then I used my smartphone to map liquor stores in the area.

The 10th(!) store I stopped at had an ancient guy behind the counter. I told him I was looking for potato vodka, preferably in a 1.75 liter bottle. He said I should go to Rite Aid. I asked him if there was a Rite Aid in the area. He said “Yes, they’re everywhere.” Then he just stood there looking at me. Apparently that was all the direction I was going to get. I thanked him and walked back to the scooter.

I started to loop back towards the RV park. I saw a CVS store, right next to the bank where we were this morning. I went in and found Blue Ice American Potato Vodka (made from Idaho russet potatoes). This became my new favorite when I found it in Grand Junction, Colorado. It’s hard to find. I’ve only found it in one or two stores since then. I bought two bottles.

I came home and watched the Formula 1 race from Monza, Italy on the DVR. The martini hit the spot. My back didn’t bother me so much. Donna made a quinoa salad with feta and mint for dinner. After the huge lunch, a light dinner was perfect. Afterwards, we walked a lap of the park.

I still have a sore back this morning. We started the day with a delicious, nutritious breakfast featuring crustless zucchini quiche with bacon and tomato wedges on the side.

Crustless zucchini quiche

Backache notwithstanding, I need to start to prepare for travel today. We’ll head down to Tehachapi tomorrow.

Lava Butte

We joined Dave and Stilla Hobden for a little sight seeing on Tuesday morning. We drove in their truck through Bend, south to the Newberry Lava Lands Visitor Center near Sun River. The visitor center is part of the Newberry National Volcanic Monument, which is operated by the National Forest Service.

Dave had an interagency pass that got us into the monument free. The main attraction here is Lava Butte, a cinder/spatter cone of the Newberry Volcano. Lava Butte rises 500 feet above the surrounding area. The cone erupted 7,000 years ago and created a lava field covering 6,100 acres of land.

The visitor center sits on forested land at the edge of the lava field. There are a number of interpretive hiking trails from the visitor center. There’s also a narrow, steep, paved road to the top of Lava Butte. Cars are limited to a 30-minute stay in the parking area on top of the butte and a pass is required to drive up. No vehicles over 22 feet long are allowed.

Edge of the lava field behind visitor center

Lava Butte viewed from visitor center

We drove to the top of the butte at our appointed time, 11:45am. We hiked the trail around the cinder cone on top. The top of the butte is also home to a fire lookout station. You can see smoke in the distance in the photos from wildfires.

Lava field to the west from the top of the butte

Northwest side of the crater

Donna and Stilla on the trail around the crater

I took a photo of one of the signs on the trail that gives more information. Click on it to enlarge if you’d like to read the sign.

By the time we hiked around the crater and drove back down to the visitor center, it was past noon and we were hungry. We headed back to Bend and stopped for lunch at the Deschutes Brewery. The food was great. Donna had a burger and sweet potato fries. I had a roast beef dip. The beef comes from a local ranch and they make the breads and rolls fresh onsite daily. The Black Butte Porter was also excellent!

After lunch, we made another stop at Trader Joe’s. I got an e-mail from the insurance agency on my smart phone. I had to get back home so I could print out documents for signatures and return them to Miller Insurance. My policy would lapse at midnight and I had to make sure the new policy was in place.

Last night, I caught up on our laundry in the park’s laundromat. Donna had done a few loads in our Splendide washer/dryer, but after a week of dry camping, we had a lot of laundry to catch up on.

We were both tired last night. We watched a couple of TV shows, one was a Jimi Hendrix documentary that I hadn’t seen since the 70s. It disappeared for decades and was released again. I don’t know what the story behind that is. We turned in early.

This morning, I need to pack the trailer, fill the fresh water tank and dump and flush the holding tanks. We’ll pull out of here around noon. Our next stop is an overnight dry camp on property owned by a Escapee member north of Terrebonne. It’s a short drive from here. Tomorrow, we’ll drive north to The Dalles and on to Portland.

Donna is flying to New York tomorrow night. I’ll be a bachelor at the Fairview RV Park for five days.

Day’s End at South Bend

The RV parking area at Cabela’s worked out fine for an overnight stop. Donna was bothered a bit by the road noise from I-5, which is just to the south of the parking lot. I didn’t notice it much and slept well.

Donna went out for a power walk before we headed out. We hit the road around 10:30am. We stopped at Uhlmann RV in Chehalis to see if they had the proper size bolts for the loose compartment door. Uhlmann was the highest sales volume dealer for Alpine Coach. They didn’t have any idea of what size bolts were needed.

I backtracked a few miles to Home Depot. I guessed the blind holes the bolts came out of were either 6mm (if metric) or 1/4 inch. I bought two of each size with lock washers and tried them in the parking lot. The 6mm bolts threaded in, but the threads felt loose. The 1/4 inch bolts didn’t fit. I think when the original bolts came loose, they vibrated and shook in the threads enough to partially strip them. I tightened them as much as I dared, but I wasn’t confident about them holding. I left the temporary safety wire fix in place.

While I was doing this, Donna fixed a green salad with leftover roasted chicken for lunch. Then she looked at the Escapees’ Day’s End Directory for a place to stay. She found a promising free boondocking spot about 60 miles west of us, near the coast.

We decided to detour west and check it out. The Day’s End Directory is updated by Escapees members and is only available to Escapees members. The directory is the only way we would have found this place. Because of that, I don’t want to give away too much detail of the location. But finding places like this in the Day’s End Directory makes the Escapees membership worthwhile.

We drove west on WA6 and followed the Willapa River to the town of South Bend. We found the gravel lot described in the directory and parked in a fairly level spot. There was a sign stating that overnight RV parking is allowed.

The Willapa River flows southwest from the nearby town of Raymond. It quickly picks up volume from tributaries and then it abruptly bends to the northwest before emptying into Willapa Bay. The small town of South Bend is located at the southernmost point of the river, right at the bend.

Donna and I took a walk across the street and found a small park and the city boat dock.

View upriver from the dock

View downriver toward Willapa Bay with Donna on the dock

We walked along the dock and saw an interesting looking boat tied up to the dock. When we came to the boat, we saw the owner sitting on the aft bench. He was waiting for family members to arrive for a boat ride down to the bay.

Steve Rogers and his Ranger Tug

His name was Steve Rogers and he’s lived her all his life. He’s a Pacific County councilman. South Bend is the county seat. Steve told us a few interesting facts about the town. South Bend, WA is undergoing a period of renaissance after being sleepy for a number of years. They are encouraging tourism and are also profiting from the legalization of marijuana in Washington.

New boost to the local economy

The population has remained steady at around 20,000 people, but the local economy is growing. One of the things that held growth back was the lack of wastewater treatment. This has been addressed through a cooperative effort with the town of Raymond. A new wastewater facility has been built, which has allowed the town to issue more new building permits.

Harvesting oysters from Willapa Bay is another driver for the local economy. Steve told us that the bay holds 10,000 acres of oyster beds. Oysters are processed at Hilton’s Coast Seafoods, a few hundred feet downriver from the dock. South Bend modestly calls itself “The Oyster Capital of the World.”

After we left Steve, Donna and I walked about a half mile down the road to the city boat launch. They allow RV dry camping in an area there, right on the river for $10/night. It looks like another good find. Last year we drove through this town but didn’t have a clue about how RV-friendly it is.

Steve’s Ranger Tug passes by as we walked to the city boat launch

We walked back into town from the boat launch. We were thirsty, so we stopped at the Chester Club and Oyster Bar. It’s a small tavern and oyster bar. I had a Dick’s Pale Ale from the tap while Donna had a Bud Light. We decided we should eat. Donna loves oysters, so she ordered half a dozen oyster shooters. I’m not so much of an oyster guy, so I had fried halibut and chips.

Oyster shooters

The oysters were fresh from Willapa Bay. Donna said they were the freshest oysters she ever had, big but delicate. The oysters in Willapa Bay are farmed. Local oystermen began seeding the bay with Pacific oysters from Japan in 1928 after the native oyster population crashed. I’ll have to try the oysters while were here.

Today, we want to explore the town. The weather at this time of year is near perfect. The forecast for today is a carbon copy of yesterday – sunny with a high of 72 degrees and an overnight low in the 50s.

We’ve decided to move to the city boat launch later this afternoon and stay for another night, right on the river!

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