This morning our battery was down to a 50% charge. We are not supposed to let it get below that. We need to move further south so our furnace fan does not run so much if we want to be able to use other electrical items while boondocking. In the meantime, we turned on our generator to start recharging the batteries. The solar panels and alternator will add to it during the day so we will, hopefully, be fully charged again by the time we park tonight.
Dave says there is a winter storm coming that will bring snow as low as 2000 feet. Snow has become a bad word. We don’t want anymore of that stuff. South. Must keep moving south.
We drove by Westport Beach RV Park. It is a Good Sam Park right on the beach. We might want to stay there some time.
I saw a sign of a true optimist today. It was one of those deer crossing signs overlaid with the red circle and slash that means “not allowed.” Does the owner of that lawn think the deer are going to read and obey his sign?
Coming into Fort Bragg we saw a sign saying, “Train Depot 1 Mile.” It turned out to be Skunk Trains. We are guessing those are tourist trains but the name makes me wonder about the owner and marketing people.
I saw a place that sells satellite antennas and chain saws. Apparently, if you buy the first you will need the second to get a signal.
In Gualala, California, we ate lunch at the Bones Roadhouse which specializes in BBQ, Brews, and Blues. Motorcycles encouraged. Lots of cool memorabilia hanging on the walls and from the ceiling. Great music. Good food. They offered corn bread as one of the sides so I got mine to go. Yum!
“Ranch for sale; 971 acres; beach, ocean, timber.” Anyone want to guess the price? Me either
“Road Narrows.” Why do they never tell us when it widens?
So, we are driving down the road, pointed at the ocean, and there is water on both sides of us. Now what?! The road did an amazing U turn and dipped way down.
There are cattle guards across the highway here. We are on open range land. So it shouldn’t have been surprising to see a cow standing right at the edge of the pavement munching away but seeing the one using the edge of the road marker as a scratching post startled me.
Coming around a curve, I suddenly found myself looking DOWN at a multi-level switchback. I think I’ll cry now.
Awhile later we met a larger motorhome going the other way. The brand on it was “Brave.” I thought, “Or stupid.” Like me? After all, I agreed to take this road without checking our what that might mean.
We camped at Wrights Beach campground in Sonoma Coast State Park. This time the campsite was $35 for boondocking on a perfectly level site, in the sand, right on the beach. Check out these views.
Instead of having a drop box for the camping fee, though, this one said to pay the park host. No one was home there. Either time Dave tried this evening. Nor when he tried the next morning. So we got that view for free.
When we stopped for the night our batteries were 100% charged. Generators are only allowed to be run between 10 a.m. and 8 p.m. So we turned on our generator to do our computer stuff and to run the pump for Dave’s shower and washing dishes. Then we turned it off for quiet time.
It really is quiet time, too. We have no cell phone or EVDO signals here so we can’t do any internet things. So we played cribbage. Then I read while Dave went for a walk on the beach and played games on his iPhone. These are the types of things we used to do when we went camping. Well, not the iPhone part.
TTYL,
Linda