Travel Has Never Been Better This Summer
July 14, 2016
amazes us most, when we travel, is how much there is very
close to home, which we have not seen.
With television so bad these days, repeating the latest
blasts by Hillary and Donald, only punctuated by a mass
murder, here and overseas; the best way to enjoy the summer
is take trips.
These need not be long trips because there is so much to
see just beyond our door step.
California has the best scenery in any direction from our
valley home. We celebrated last weekend on our boat in San
Francisco Bay with weather in the mid-70s, then by mid week
we were up at Clear Lake, which isn’t clear, however,
this year is full of water and as beautiful as ever.
Our GPS forgot to tell us that the shortest road was not
always the fastest road, so we climbed over a mountain to
get to Clear Lake, providing us with Disneyland rides at
a fraction of the cost.
That road had more hairpin curves and switchbacks then a
snake in a hot sandy dessert.
California’s ocean scenery never loses its charm as
we watch the moving seascape on the way up to Crescent City
where we parked in the Harbor RV for the night. We had to
try their fresh caught crab and it was the best.
On the way we passed through the Avenue of Giants with its
scoring redwoods and saw free range Elk wondering right
by Highway 101.
We lost ourselves in little towns like Phillipsville and
Garberville and had to have breakfast at the Lumberjack
All of this was unplanned just rambling down the road, much
of it while the GPS, who we call Gladis was out of contact.
“No rush” was our theme as we drove slowly from
one town to the next.
We had a mission to take our grand niece to a music school
where she had earned a scholarship, but other than that,
there was a very loose timetable and we took advantage of
Grandparents are supposed to do stuff like this.
Growing up, there was never time and never the money. Now
there is the time and the money but our bodies hold us back
from the adventures which are out there waiting.
The shear effort of keeping one’s foot down on the
gas peddle even becomes taxing after a while and it is nice
to have a relief driver handy.
We are driving “Kathy’s Hilton,” an old
’91 Fleetwood that had been almost abandoned when
we bought it for a song five years ago. It only had 64,000
miles, but everything was dried out from lack of use.
The name Kathy’s Hilton came because Kathy said: “I
don’t camp; my idea of camping is a room at the Hilton
with room service.”
Her Hilton needed a lot of fixing but with each year it
gets better and now has become our ship on shore, taking
us to all the wonderful places there are in our state and
It beats TV by a mile, and is good for the eyes to see something
new for a change.
Have you just returned from a good road trip?
Why not write it up for the paper.
We’d love to read about it.
It’s either that or a long hot summer of more of the
same politics. BAH!