Our batteries were at 73% this morning so I get to have microwaved turkey bacon for breakfast. I’ve been surprised to learn I like it better that way than cooked in a skillet.
We are not level in this campsite; I am very conscious of the fact that I am on the downhill side of the table. Please, don’t spill anything.
Along this stretch of road there are stiles over the fences between the parking and the beach I wonder what else is on the beach side of the fences? Or is it what’s on this side?
CalTran trucks have small blades on the front of them. If this was Minnesota the blades would be bigger and they would be snowplows. Dave wondered if these are for clearing landslides?
Another sign that we are not in Minnesota is road construction in December. In Minnesota the roads are frozen by now if not buried under snow or ice.
A sign in a pullout said, “No overnight parking or camping. $200 fine.” Ouch! That’s some expensive boondocking!
The road is wet from waves washing over it. They missed us, though. Our RV needs washing but I don’t think we want it done by saltwater waves.
We saw a tour bus pulled into a view area so we stopped to see what they were all looking at. Here’s what we saw:
We also saw two Views. (The back one is ours.)
We saw the Hearst Castle sitting up on a hill but we drove right by the turn to it. We aren’t even tempted by massive houses any more. We LIKE small.
A nearby sign said the road was maintained by “Hearst Castle Employees.” I wonder if that’s a condition of employment? I can hear the interview, “You will also be required to walk along the highway picking up things people didn’t want to keep in their own cars.”
Another sign said, “No overnight parking or camping for the next mile.” Does that mean it’s OK to do so beyond that?
We went to McDonald’s for lunch. They were playing Christmas Carols As we left they were playing “O Little Town of Bethlehem.” In high school I learned the Spanish version of that song. In trying to remember it I found myself remembering my teacher telling us we must not translate things too literally I plead guilty to having done that in the past. Take the Terminator’s “Hasta la vista, Baby.” If I have this correct, that literally means, “See the view, Baby.” Hmmm. If I think about where many people go to see good views I think about lookouts. So maybe he’s really saying, “Look out, Baby. I’ll be back.”
The road sign indicating a golf course ahead had a picture of a golfer in full swing. I suppose he has to be in full swing. If he was putting, it might just be a miniature golf course.
Under the sign pointing the way to the County Sheriff Department was another sign saying, “Animal Shelter.” Do you suppose that refers to the jail?
I was kidding! How was I supposed to know the next thing I would see would be high fencing with guard posts along it?!
In Oceano, California, there’s a dinner train that goes nowhere. It’s a diner is made up of several parked dining cars.
In Lompoc, California, we saw a sky that, if we’d seen it in Minnesota, it would be raining now.
I wonder what it would be like to live on “A” street. “B” street would be easier to handle. I can hear the conversation. “What street do you live on?” “A Street.” “Yes, but which street?” You could get a whole Who’s on First routine going if you lived on “A” street.
I saw a bicyclist scratching his back just above his bike shorts. What do you want to bet he’s sunburned there?
I know we have two things on our Home Depot shopping list. What’s the other one?
I pulled a winter scarf from my bag to cover my hands. Because they are hot not cold. I am trying to keep them from getting any more sunburned. I could apply sun screen but I don’t like the feel of the sunscreen I have so I’ll try this awhile.
“End Highway 1”–for real this time, I think. It’s now 34 miles to Santa Barbara on Highway 101.
We stopped at a rest area to get the wiggles out. Apparently I can sit still just so long, then I start adjusting my position every few seconds. I’m glad Dave decided to stop. Obviously, I needed to stretch.
We are now seeing oil rigs off shore. I wonder if they sit just beyond the three mile limit so as to not be regulated by California laws?
We pulled into site 16 at Refugio State Beach. $20 to boondock on the ocean here.
We were using our generator to recharge our batteries when the generator stopped. We don’t know why. The fault code says, “Engine stopped without command by controller.” Really helpful, that. It is, of course, Friday night. Now what?
TTYL,
Linda
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We saw the Hearst Castle sitting up on a hill but we drove right by the turn to it. We aren’t even tempted by massive houses any more. We LIKE small.
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Chuckle, chuckle. 😎