We arrived in Yuma, a final stop in AZ before crossing into CA, to one happy surprise (The Goodmans! With wine!), and one unhappy one. The piece of Polish pottery I’d been using as a utensil caddy for ten years had taken a leap out of its storage cabinet en route, and it did not survive. Nothing like finding wooden spoons, spatulas and the ice cream scoop strewn across the kitchen and dining areas. I started to place the remains of my crockery in a plastic coffee canister we were about to discard, and realized… I’d found a temporary, not to mention unbreakable, solution.
We hit a bump.
And by we, I mean I.
And by “hit a bump,” I mean “failed to negotiate a curve correctly, and drove the RV over the curb.” That tends to cause a certain amount of… upheaval.
This is the utensil caddy in our younger son’s apartment, so I guess now it’s a family tradition?
Also, never send your husband into Walmart to buy a utensil caddy. Especially if you tell him it’s for spatulas and big spoons, and “kind of like a big cup.”
These two, Joel & Louise, are family friends and RV travel experts who inspired our own decision to take up this lifestyle, so imagine our delight to find out they were parked in Yuma at the same time we were passing through, and they had a space for us — with hookups!
Next stop, California. We didn’t realize we had so many people here! We’ll need to come back through to hug all the ones we missed on this trip.
Also, we remembered — twenty years after being stationed in Monterey — that it’s kind of weird here. Most of the time it’s a rather wonderful and benign weirdness, but sometimes it’s a bit frustrating. “That is Very California” is our new catch phrase.
Very California, exhibit A
It’s difficult to see, but this guy is taking his two dogs for a golf cart.
Very California, exhibit B
Very California, exhibit C
Very California, exhibit D: We are driving all the way from the southern border to the northern border.
Escondido meet-up: Rohrer family friend, Ellie, fed us a a beautiful, healthy and delicious dinner, and let us do laundry too!
San Marcos meet-up: two of my Navy wife “sisters”, Rachel and Paula, met me for coffee and catching up.
We’ve got five sons between us, all of whom attended Larchmont Elementary School in Norfolk, VA.
Newport Beach meet-up: We spent this afternoon and evening with our friend, Robert, who was Tim’s roommate at Oregon State.
Arriving at the ferry landing was a bit of a GPS surprise, but not an unpleasant one.
Being told the BFT is too FB to board, and having to make an 18-point turn in a dually to get out of the ferry line? That made it unpleasant.
So we went on as foot passengers. Ha! Showed them!
We read that Balboa Bars are a must-eat when visiting Newport Beach.
So we did.
Not a cheap place to live, Newport Beach.
Beautiful Balboa (The beach, not the bird. I don’t know if the bird even has a name.)
Next stops: central and northern CA, where we’ll meet up with some cousins and watch the weather in the mountain passes, to figure out when best to traverse Oregon.