Pacific Coast Trip

We left Havasu on the second of September, heading first to Morro Bay, where we left Mom with my sister and met up with friends, Dave and Carolyn Walsh. After three nights at Morro Dunes, we went on to Bodega Bay for four nights, and from there to Eureka for three nights.

At Eureka we visited with cousins and Don’s Uncle John. We parted ways with Dave and Carolyn, who headed to the Tahoe area, while we continued up to Oregon. There we spent four nights at Seal Rock Cove, and visited with our son and daughter-in-law.

On the return trip we stopped one night in Medford, and two nights about thirty minutes from Sonora, so we could visit with more cousins. Then it was back to Morro Bay for three nights, before heading home. There we visited with my sister and cousin Rod, and his grandson.

While I rarely pulled my laptop out on this 20 day road trip—or worked—I did make a number of lists. Lists on what I needed to buy and do for our next trip.

There is much I love about our motorhome when compared to our 5th wheel. While I miss the 5th wheel’s larger kitchen, I love our motorhome’s large refrigerator and freezer. I would definitely rethink what to bring—food wise—on our next trip. Linda’s beef jerky was a hit—as was the packet of instant mashed potatoes (just add 2 cups of boiling water). But future meals will be more along the way of foil packet meals, and less on food prep that requires large pots and pans.

Another thing I love about the motorhome is the pullout table outside, and the electrical outlets next to it. It was the perfect place to set up a coffee maker and our portable ice maker. Yet it did require covering with a plastic trash bag when we got rain.  One of the items on my must buy list—an electric grill to use on the table outside. Don was annoyed with the propane grill he had purchased back when we had the 5th wheel. I think we are rehoming that, and getting something else.

With the pups we really need a small electric hand vacuum, to suck up all that dog hair and dirt I sweep up each day. And I would also like a Swifter for mopping the floors. I figure we can store it in the bathroom. I am a bit of a clean freak.

I also need better cabinet organization. We have amble storage space, but the cabinets need shelving so I am not just piling stuff. 

Whenever I miss some of the perks about our 5th wheel that is lacking in our motorhome—like the much larger bathroom, shower, and linen closet—or the larger kitchen counter area—I remind myself how uncomfortable the 5th wheel bed was. I love the  motorhome bed, very comfy, and unlike the 5th wheel, I have a night stand for my water bottle. I also love the fact it is so easy to hook up and leave—and traveling is so much nicer. No more searching for rest stops and using public toilets!

Don and I also lost weight on this trip—Don lost ten pounds, and I lost six. We didn’t restrict our food, but there was a lot of walking with the pups!

Our recent adventure…

Bobbi and Bruno. Sister Lynn and Bobbi’s 1975 road trip to Oregon.

In college I used to daydream about traveling cross country in a converted bus. The closest I got was a spur of the moment road trip my sister and I took up to Oregon the summer between my Jr and Sr years of college. It wasn’t in an RV, but in my Mustang GT, and we motel’d it. Our destination was to see her hubby who was in a hot shot crew in Oregon.  But when we got there, he was on a fire in Arizona.

It seems my road trips—and recent RV trips—are always pulling me toward Oregon, the home of Walt and Danielle—and of my son and daughter-in-law, Scott and SeAnne.

It’s difficult for us to get away for more than a week at a time—but I really wanted to see Scott and SeAnne. Flying was out of the question—we have the pups now, and I am not quite ready to leave them at a kennel. I also wanted to take our motorhome on a REAL road trip.  

I asked my sister, who lives in Morro Bay, if Mom could stay with her for three weeks if we brought her and picked her up. Sis has lots going on in her life right now, so I was ecstatic when she said yes. Plus, it would give Mom the opportunity to spend time with her other daughter. (There is just me and my sis.)

As I mentioned in my other post, we traded our rarely used 5th wheel in for a motorhome. I remember in our early camping days sitting in the back of our pickup truck under the camper shell, looking out jealously at the nearby motorhome and its occupants having a jolly time inside as rain pelted our vehicles.

Happy to report we had excellent weather on our 20 day trip—lots of sunshine—but we did have several days of rain, and we were grateful to be in the motorhome, and not cramped in the back of a pickup truck with our two pups.

Danny and Lily were awesome on the trip, and by the end Danny had curbed much of his barking, making him a polite camper. He still has some leash issues, but he is getting better. And Lily has also made improvements—giving up whatever rock or stick she has gobbled up to consume, trading it instead of snapping. I intended to write more about our trip in this post, but that will have to wait until my next blog post. I really need to get working on The Ghost and the Christmas Secret.

On the road and back again…

Bobbi with Danny & Lily.

Sunday we returned from our first “long” road trip in our motorhome. We were gone 20 days. It was exhausting, we had fun, and it is good to be back home again.

When my husband and I were first married—over 43 years ago—we used to go camping. First we slept in the back of our car, later in the back of our pickup truck with a camper shell. But then my in-laws sent us their Alaskan camper (all the way from Hawaii).  

Our Alaskan Camper.

Later we graduated to a cab-over camper WITH a bathroom—and I was in heaven!

We lived in Southern California at the time and our favorite places to camp were in the Sierras or up along the coast. I remember our neighbors (who became lifelong friends) used to tease us about how we always took off just about every weekend. They had a baby at the time, we did not.

Hubby by our cab-over camper.

But then our first was born, Scott. Scott didn’t stop us from camping. After all, we had the cab-over camper, and I felt like the regular pioneer woman giving him a bath in a big old wash tub sitting on the table in our camper.  (I can’t recall if we moved up from the Alaskan to the camper with the bathroom before or after Scott was born.)

In 1982 our daughter was born and our son turned three. We decided to move from the suburbs up to the mountain community of Wrightwood, California, and so we sadly sold our truck and camper to buy a 4-wheel drive, which would be necessary if we were to live in the mountains.

I always felt a little guilty that Scott’s camping basically stopped at age 3, and Elizabeth’s never started. About nine years later, after we moved to Havasu, I bought my husband a tent and camp stove for Father’s Day—thinking it might inspire him to go camping again. He looked at me like I was nuts. (His tent-like camping days were behind him.)

While we never used the tent, our son later wore it out when he went camping with friends. And considering how he and our daughter-in-law love camping these days—roughing it like we used to do before the Alaskan—I guess I will stop feeling guilty about depriving him of the joys of camping.

As for our daughter, who was sorely neglected in the camping department, she too has had her share of adult camping. She and her husband have traveled up to Alaska (the state not the camper) pulling a travel trailer. Actually, the first time was from Alaska to the lower 48, after their first stint in Kodiak (Our SIL is in the Coast Guard). The second time was back up to Alaska, for their second stint in Kodiak. Both trips included two kids and a dog.  The last time I spoke to her about it, she was rather over the whole camping thing.

Hubby, Lady and Dave & Carlos by our 5th-wheel.

About three years ago—after much dreaming—my husband and I bought a 5thwheel. We had it for two years and only took it on two trips. My 91-year old mother lives with us and it is difficult for us to get away. But it was something we have been wanting to do for so long.

Unfortunately, my husband was not thrilled with the 5thwheel. Hooking it up, parking, and driving stressed us both out. While we both loved the 5thwheel once it was set up, we decided to trade it in on a motorhome.

Next month it will be a year since we purchased the motorhome. Like the 5thwheel, we had only been able to use it twice. (At least we were getting better, it was two times in less than one year, rather than two times in two years!)

Our motorhome at Eureka campground.

All that changed the first of September when we took it out on our first real road trip. I’ll talk more about that in my next blog post.