It’s never good when you hear, “Ka-chugga….{heart beat heart beat} …bang,” as you’re driving down the road…. not like a minor explosion, more like someone swinging a baseball bat into the undercarriage of the RV. We pulled into the boondocking spot outside of Cottonwood, AZ. Turns out, the arm of the mechanical step had…
Scott and I had been talking about me learning to do everything on the RV (even the solidly blue jobs) so that while he’s away at a professional event in Feb/March we’ll be squared away. Scott, “Ok, you’re driving today.” Me, “Ok. No problem. {Inside head – weirdo}” Three hours later, getting on the 405…
All hell broke loose – just as I expected. The kids were screaming and there were real tears. Leaving Auntie Ang and Uncle Brock’s house was a complete s—show. Mercifully, no one was there to see it (although I’m sure the neighbors got an eye full). I absolutely believe that the kids are loving this…
San Fransisco doesn’t disappoint. We spent a day as blue chip tourists – knee-high socks (Nate), cameras around necks (Traci, Nate, Grammie Denise) and a plan to see: The Golden Gate, Fisherman’s Wharf, seals, Alcatraz, Ghirardelli Square, the red light district, the Haight, hippies, the painted ladies, Auntie Ang’s work place in the financial district…
After our one of our most expensive nights to date ($45/night + $2.50/night for each child {really RV place? You kinda suck… they’re 1 and 3}) just outside Humbolt Redwood State Forest, we stopped at Auto Stop #8 on the Avenue of the Giants. The Drury-Chaney trail, best known as 2.4 miles of an “almost…
