We entered California first thing this morning. This time the Agricultural Inspector announced she needed to come on board. We had no problem with that. She checked our frig for contraband fruits and vegetables then sent us on our way.
We were barely into California when I noticed the air was already thicker. Dave laughed at me but he couldn’t explain it away.
Dave’s sister is currently visiting friends in California and it would be great to see her while she is here but she is flying back out of San Francisco this afternoon and we can’t get there by then. She’s a fun person to know so I am sorry to have missed her here.
The funky thing I am seeing today is ships on shore that have been turned into gift shops. I wonder if several people had this idea about the same time? If not, which one copied the other?
I saw an ad for a “shark petting tank.” It also said, “Just for the thrill of it.” I can see it now. “Look, Mom, the shark ate my hand. Isn’t that thrilling?!” I also wonder how thrilled the shark is. More thrilled if he gets a hand than if he doesn’t, I guess.
As we entered the redwood forest the sign said to turn our lights on for the next eight miles. So much for our solar panels recharging during the day today.
There are lots of warning signs around here. The next ones warned of a 7% downgrade the next 2 miles with a 30 m.p.h. truck speed limit. There are lots of places for trucks to pull off and let other traffic pass. For this application, we act like a truck. We don’t like leading parades.
Another sign said “Beach Hours: Sunrise to Sunset”. What happens to the beach at night? Does someone turn it off?
It didn’t look like we were going to find any restaurants any time soon so we stopped at a pullout for lunch. We pulled some South Beach Wrap kits from the frig but I still have lefse on my mind so I took the filling from mine and mixed it with the pasta salad from yesterday’s stop at The Crazy Norwegian then spread butter and sprinkled Splenda and cinnamon on my tortillas to make faux lefse. Being a wheat tortilla made it a little weird but it was better than nothing.
We stopped for the night at Clam Beach County Park at exit 723 from Highway 101 just south of Trinidad, California. We paid $10 for basic parking lot camping except it’s on the beach. Here’s the view from our RV.
Tonight we get to figure out how to use our new batteries to power all our electrical needs. Wish us luck.
TTYL,
Linda
Luck. 😎