Silverwood Lake, CA – 7/16-18/19

Late post.  In July we took our 17 year old twin grandsons, (Reign and Remil) to Royal Palms for the day. We had a great day and talked about going camping with “Shorty.” Well, here we are here camping at Silverwood Lake.๐Ÿ˜Š

Sunday I spent the day taking inventory; making a list of what supplies we needed and planning a menu for four. Monday I hit the grocery store and started pulling things together. The boys love spaghetti, so I made a big pot. Toilet tissue, check. Paper towels, check. Towels, sunscreen, water shoes, clothes, toiletries, check.

We got up early Tuesday morning and began the process of loading Shorty up. Craig always remembers to turn the refridgetator on for me the night before, thank goodness!! The refrigerator is the last to be filled.  We arrived Tuesday afternoon.

Lots of dragon flies; beautiful florescent blue and a deep red orange. The flies and mosquitos are relentless. I think they have built an immunity to this bug spray. They fly by and land on us as if to say “HA! That doesn’t phase us!” And proceed to biting.

The scenery is beautiful. The lake peaceful. The sun is warm, even hot at times but the breeze flows by like a whisper to cool us. The warm sun kisses my skin and makes it warm to the touch, but it feels good and I welcome it. My skin is getting a little more golden brown with each hour I bask in this sunshine.

We explored the lake and its ameneties. It is a popular place to spend quality family time. Music filled the air as we walked around taking in the sights. Families were grilling, swimming and enjoying the music and conversation. As we explored, we discovered the Silverwood Lake rental office. Fortunately for us, they rent pontons, small fishing boats and jet skis! We inquired about renting a pontoon to take the boys fishing the next day.

We headed back to camp to relax for the evening.

Chillin’ at the sand bar.

Wednesday morning we were up bright and early and headed to the Silverwood rental office to secure a pontoon. Unfortunately they were all gone, so we had to wait until one was returned. So, we drove to another part of the lake for the boys to do some fishing from the beach. They found a cool sand bar, so we grabbed our chairs and headed over to hang out for a few hours. On one side of the sand bar, one of the boys set up some catfish traps. Afterwards, they set up their fishing poles to try some fishing from the other side of the sand bar. Unfortunately, they were not successful, so they decided to take a swim. About noon we drove to the other side of the lake to get the pontoon. The boys were so excited!

As we approached the rental office the boys chatted about stategies to catch some fish. The excitement was brewing. Once we secured the pontoon and loaded up the boys fishing gear, bait and a bucket for the fish the boys were ready to go!

Craig was our captain; and we cruised around the lake as the boys pointed out places they wanted to drop their lines in hopes of catching some dinner for us.

As Craig headed in the direction that the boys pointed, they got their lines ready with bait, little stinky fish and worm, yuck! They dropped their lines. After a little while they started getting some bites.

While they were waiting patiently, I received a call from my older brother, Rick, who was in the area and stopped by the lake!

We went back to the dock to pick him and his bike up to join us for a ride around the lake. While chatting away with him the boys started to get bites! Well, we were on the lake for about 4 hours. They caught four fish. The time didnt’ matter to them. The fact that they caught fish did! It was getting late so we had to return the pontoon. The boys were eager to get back to camp to prepare the fish for dinner.

Well, we got back to camp and the boys cleaned, gutted, fillet, seasoned and cooked the fish. It was enough for everyone to have a taste.

Fortunately, I brought speghetti for dinner. My brother stayed until dark and then went home. We retired for the evening and left the next morning.

It was blessing spending time with our grandsons. They have grown into some handsome, responsible, caring and funny young men.

TUESDAY, 6/11/19 โ€“ BEACH DAY

Dating

Craig and I have a standing date day. When I was working I worked a 4/40 schedule (Monday โ€“ Thursday, 7 a.m. to 6 p.m. โ€“ off EVERY Friday.) For several years EVERY Friday was our โ€œdate day.โ€ Our date day is simple: walks at the beach, a movie, a meal out, a bike ride, a hike. Itโ€™s a day for us to spend together without the interruption of business. Period.

After we got married, we started โ€œdatingโ€ again years ago when our girls were younger. ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง We realized that our relationship could be compromised if we did not โ€œstay in touchโ€ so-to-speak, you know, make time for us โ€“ without the kids. With the day-to-day life of working, making a living, raising kids, helping with homework, keeping the house, cooking, laundry, paying the bills, taking classes, etc., it is so easy to lose touch with your spouse. We were determined NOT to lose touch or grow apart. When our girls were younger and we were not financially able to get away for a weekend, or even a night, we would send the girls to their grandmotherโ€™s OR allow them to spend the night at a friendโ€™s house. We did this about once a month. This would give Craig and I the alone time that we needed at home to reconnect. On those nights we would pick up some dinner, light the fireplace, throw a blanket on the floor for some romance or pick up some dinner and just watch a movie, or just talk. The point being; we were alone, together. It was important time for us. It has worked quite well for our relationship; we have been married for 35 ยฝ years. ๐Ÿ’‘

Well, since I retired in December and we are both considered seniors now, weโ€™ve changed date day to Tuesday. Why? Because we could, AND the theater offers senior discount rates on Tuesdays! A mid-week date day just seemed to make sense. So, today was our date day โ€“ we took Shorty to the beach.

The Beach

I suggested we take Shorty and our bikes to the beach for a ride. We parked at Torrance Beach and rode our bikes to Manhattan Beach on the Strand. The Strand is a paved bike path that runs alongside the beach from Torrance to Santa Monica.

We have ridden our bikes from Torrance to Dockweiler State beach a couple years ago, and years before that have even ridden as far as Santa Monica Beach, but today we opted for a shorter easy ride; round trip was only about 12 miles.

The weather was PERFECT for a beach ride; it was warm with a nice breeze, the sun was shining, but not too hot. We could tell that summer is in full swing. ๐ŸŒž There were summer๐Ÿ‘ถ camps galore; beach โ›‘safety classes, volleyball๐Ÿ camps, kids day camps, and surf ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™€๏ธcamps. The beaches were filled with families enjoying the sun, surf and ๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ sand; little ones were building sand ๐Ÿคด๐Ÿ‘ธ castles while the older kids were splashing in the waves and body ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™‚๏ธsurfing. The adults sat in their chairs sipping libations ๐Ÿฅคkeeping an eye on their little ones. Further down the beach were the teens and young adults playing volleyball๐Ÿ and practicing their serves with their not yet tanned little bodies. Others were laying in the sand chatting on their phones working on their tans.๐Ÿ‘™ It was a typical day at a Southern California beach with everyone appearing to enjoy themselves. Craig and I rode past and enjoyed these beach scenes. ๐ŸŒŠโ›ฑ.

It was about one in the afternoon and neither of us had eaten any breakfast, so we stopped for lunch at the Good Stuff on the Strand; a little beachside eatery that offers healthy fare and vegan options. We chose a table outside to enjoy the sun and people watch. My fish tacos were delish and Craigโ€™s taco salad looked really tasty!

Sidebar: I donโ€™t know about you, but when I ride my bike my butt starts to hurt about a half hour in. We both have a decent sized seats and a โ€œgel seat coverโ€ to boot. ๐Ÿšฒ I give profs to those that can ride their bikes hours on end. Maybe I should buy some of those padded โ€œbikeโ€ shortsโ€ฆ hum๐Ÿค”โ€ฆ. Anyway, that lunch stop was a welcome break from the bike seat. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜

After lunch we continued on the bike path to Manhattan Beach. It was a real nice relaxing ride; we took our time and enjoyed the sights and the sun.

Manhattan Beach Pier.

The “famous” Tony’s on the pier at Redondo Beach, CA

Colorful steps at Redondo Beach

Redondo Beach pier.
We rode about 12 leisurely miles total.

We got back to Shorty about 4 p.m. We grabbed our chairs and set them beside Shorty.

Craig grabbed his book, planted himself in his chair and began reading. I hung with Shorty for a while and then decided to join Craig outside and grabbed my stack of magazines that I hadnโ€™t yet read: Costco, Westways and AARP. ๐Ÿ˜ It was a nice, warm afternoon. Perfect weather.

Me soaking up some sunshine.

As we relaxed and read a few people approached and asked about Shorty. One lady shared that she and her husband have been talking about getting an RV but were not sure which one to get. She loved Shortyโ€™s sleek style and colors and was so intrigued that I gave her a tour inside. She asked if Iโ€™d rent it out, โ€œNOโ€ ๐Ÿ˜Š with a smile, was my reply. I suggested she google companies that rent RVโ€™s and attend RV shows to help her decide what she might like.

We packed up and left the beach just before 7. It was a great date day. ๐Ÿ’‘

I have to admit, my butt is still a little sore from that bike seat. ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚

Until next time. ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ

Shorty, the boys and the beach, 6.4.19

My FAVORITE QUOTE: โ€œLife is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.โ€ Anonymous

The boys, our 17-year old TWIN grandsons are in town, visiting from Arizona. We have three daughters, a granddaughter and “the boys.” Craig was really happy when the boys came along because for years he was the only male in the house; even our two cats Cali and Boots are female.๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฑ

When the boys are in town we like to make it a point to spend some quality time with them. So, I sent them a text and asked if they would like to hang out with their grandparents and Shorty at the beach. I was happy ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅฐ to get a big “Yes.” As 17-year old boys who are into basketball, video games and themselves one never knows if they want to hang out with two adults in their 60’s… grandparents or not.

When the boys were much younger we used to take them to Royal Palms in San Pedro, CA; affectionately referred to as “the Rocky Beach.” It is a beach located at the bottom of a paved road, but it is not your typical sandy beach. The south side of Royal Palms has tide pools, a small beach area and a small sand bar. On the North side of the beach there is a large concrete slab at the foothills where a few old weather worn concrete picnic tables sit in a strategic row with a few fire pits here and there. The area was once lined with palm trees of which several are no longer there. The area now is pretty worn and unkept, with a few palms, but it is still a big draw due to it’s proximity to the ocean. It is a very relaxing place to hang out, take a walk or explore. Occasionally the waves get pretty nice and surfers could be seen sitting out in the ocean waiting for that perfect ride. There are seagulls and pigeons a plenty, and occasionally one can see dolphins, whales, seals, sailboats, barges and an occasional cruise ship off in the distance.

Sidebar: When I was a teenager Royal Palms used to be THE place for kids to hang out in the summer and on the weekends during the school year. Girls would watch the boys surf, and would hang around in their bikinis and cheer for the boys when they caught a good wave. It was THE place to hang out; if you were a popular kid. We didn’t have a mall, but we had a couple of beaches! Me; I wasn’t one of those kids. I was the kid who used to hang out at the library, read books, strive for “A’s” and ride my bike to Cabrillo Beach. I used to hear stories in the school hallways by the lockers from the girls bragging about who they “hooked up” with over the summer. I really didn’t care, that much, I always had a good book and a couple of good friends.

I do, however, have very fond memories of hanging out at Royal Palms with my dad and brothers on the weekends as kids. We would search the tide pools for starfish, anenomies, crabs, abalone and hermit crabs. We were never allowed to bother the ocean life or take any living creature home – only an occasional rock or shell. We would walk along the rocks and talk or just sit and watch and listen to the ocean. My dad would drop pearls of wisdom on me like: “Life is not fair, get used to it” and “Rules were made to be broken.” Much of what he shared didn’t make sense until I was much older…especially about breaking the rules. ๐Ÿค” My dad was a rebel indeed. I remember asking him why he wouldn’t let us take a starfish or crab home. I could hear his words in my head: he said “Mija (daughter in Spanish) if everyone took one of these creatures home there wouldn’t be any left for your kids to see, and besides they would die in a couple of days because they would be out of their element.” Those were special moments with my dad, memories burned in my head and my heart. He sure was right! The tide pools and rocks have been stripped bare; raped by people wanting to take a bit of the ocean home with them. Now a days, it is a rare sight to see a starfish on the rocks at the tide pools. My dad was right. It’s so sad.๐Ÿ˜”

My dad and us kids. Brothers Rick (me) and Bob.
ANYWAY, Tuesday morning we got Shorty ready and loaded the fridge up with links, hot dogs and brauts to grill along with the fixin’s, some fruit, chips, guacamole, salsa, corn on the cob and some cucumber spears. We picked up the boys and headed out to Royal Palms, AKA “the Rocky Beach.” We arrived and leveled Shorty and settled in on the North side of the beach. The boys each got comfortable one in the bed in the back and the other hopped on the overhead bed each with their phones in hand and began playing a game.

Craig and I looked at each other and took a walk. “This is not why we are here” I said to Craig. I wanted to spend time and talk with them, but didn’t want to force it. When we returned from our walk one of the boys looked at us and said “let’s take a walk.” My heart lept with joy! So we locked Shorty up and began walking on the North side toward the palm trees.

The boys found a trail on the hill to explore.

The four of us walked across the rocks and the boys went closer to the ocean near a little tide pool looking for hermit crabs and other sea life.

I enjoyed watching them enjoy the ocean; it reminded me of when they were little – 8 year olds – searching the rocks for ocean life. Even though I was happy watching them, I was also saddened because they were robbed of the beauty and ocean life I was able to experience as a child. The only way they will get to experience and see a tide pool the way I did as a child, would be at an aquarium.๐Ÿ˜”

Craig stayed a little closer and snapped pictures of them as they searched the tide pools. I gave them space because, well, sometimes boys just want to talk to a man, so I kept my distance and snapped pix of the three of them.

We mosied on the rocks even further. The boys moved from one tide pool to another. I just watched them.

It started getting windy and colder so Craig went back to hang out with Shorty. I continued watching the boys for a bit and then closed my eyes and listened to the waves reminiscing about my time here as a child with my dad.

I decided to take a seat and look for shells. I didn’t see many so I decided to stack some stones and make some rock art.

The boys saw me building my masterpiece and decided to join me. Mine was complete so I helped them search for flat rocks of all sizes for their three pillar work of art.


Their rock castle had three towers complete with a little flag and some shell decorations.

Remil built another single rock tower. We left behind a total of five rock towers for future visitors to enjoy.

We said very few words but thoroughly enjoyed this moment occasionally looking at each other and just smiling as we stacked the rocks. (It was one of those moments that just took my breath away. Moments. Life is made up of moments.) After they completed their castle we took pix and walked back to Craig and Shorty.

Nature finds a way.

In the dry dirt and salty sea spray a little succulent has taken up residence and even bloomed little pink flowers. Like I always say, nature will find away.

Craig was reading when we returned. Shortly after we settled back in Craig said he was hungry; the boys chimed in that they were hungry too. Craig set the grill up and we grilled some dogs, buns and corn on the cob.

We sat in the comfort and warmth of our RV and enjoyed our meal together. We chit-chatted and laughed.

While we were grilling our food a wedding party arrived and had begun to set up for a reception down the way by the palms. A bride, groom, photographer and family members were talking and laughing heading toward the picnic tables at the north end by the palm trees. They had a 6-foot sandwich, some chicken and some coolers. Toward the end of our meal we could hear and see them leaving as they walked past us and Shorty. We could tell they had been drinking because they were loud and arguing. Seriously, some people just should NOT drink, anywhere. Ever. Anyway they all left without incident.

After we finished our meal, put the food away, and cleaned the kitchen we played our favorite card game, Phase 10. The boys had never played it, but were willing to learn. With the cellular devices down, we played cards. It was some real good, organic quality time. We laugh, teased and laughed some more. During the game one of the boys spied some fins in the ocean off in the distance. We were not sure if they were dolphins or whales; but there was definitely a pod of something out there…. we are inclined to think that they were dolphins. Occasionally we’d see a few fins rising and falling in the ocean every now and again while we played cards. It was a cool sight but they were too far to get a good pic. And, unfortunately, it was overcast so we didn’t get to see the sun set either. Well, as the game progressed I asked the boys if they would be interested in joining their grandparents on a camping trip for a couple of days. I didn’t get a clear response, so we kept playing. Well, we had to cut the game short because the beach was due to close at 8:30 p.m. and it was already 8:15. We packed up, secured everything and off we went. One of the boys suggested we stop for ice cream or smoothies on the way home; we stopped at Yogurtland.

As we said our goodbyes with hugs and kisses, they asked, “So when are we going camping?” I told them that I would look at a couple of lakes where they could fish and get back with them. They like to fish.

On the ride home I reflected on our day. It was a GOOD day with our boys and shorty; we made some memories and I had some moments that took my breath away… isn’t that what life is all about? ๐Ÿฅฐ

HOME. Memorial Day, 5.27.19

First, I want say Happy Memorial Day. THANK YOU to all of the Veterans and families who sacificed their lives for this country. We appreciate your sacrifice and service. We salute you.

Travel RECAP

We got home from our 20-day adventure on Friday, 5/24/19. We traveled a total of 4,138.5 miles and visited eight states; California; Oregon, Washington, Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, Utah, and Arizona. It was an interesting and eye- opening journey. We saw the ocean, mountains, forests, prairies, gardens, valleys, plains, deserts, lakes, snow, rain, hail, lots of bridges, volcanos, boiling mud, geysers, hot springs, elk, bison, deer, cows, goats, sheep, chickens, donkey, llama, road runners, squirrels, butterflies, an eagle and more. Very happily we didn’t experience many flies or mosquitos. ๐Ÿ˜ YAY!

We saw some of the most amazing sunsets and experienced the most spectacular moon rise ever in MY lifetime! It was AMAZING.

Moonrise

That particular moonrise, in Utah, in the desert, on a plateau was an emotional experience for me. It was so beautiful and an amazingly tranquil moment that the four of us that were talking, just stopped, and watched the moon rise. The sky was so very clear and blue and the moon was full. It was one of those moments in life that takes your breath away because it is so beautiful and tranquil. I will always remember and treasure that moment as a gift that I was able to experience with two other very cool couples; Matthew, Rachel and Chris and Lea, who appreciated the beauty of the moment as much as I did. That was my FAVORITE moment on our entire journey. Unfortunately, we didn’t experience many sunrises; as we typically slept thru them.

Sunset

We drove on some of the most twisty-turny, narrow mountain roads, and experienced some of the WINDIEST stretches of highway that were reminiscent of our drive across some of the southern states in January. We met some of the kindest, friendliest and helpful people along this journey.

We visited with friends in Penn Valley, CA and Prescott, AZ, and we made new friends; Matthew and Rachel in Utah. These visits and meeting new people have been one of the most rewarding benefits in our travels.

SIDEBAR: We have to admit that before we began traveling, YEARS ago, we both had certain preconceived notions about people in other states, and some people in general. Growing up in Los Angeles, in less than stellar neighborhoods, as minorities, one develops certain defense mechanisms and are suspicious of people different than you. Certain prejudices and sterotypes were developed as we watched the news, TV shows and witnessed injustices in our neighborhoods growing up. One developes defenses and suspicions if someone is nice….”what do they want?” “why are they being nice?” we ask ourselves. I am happy to say that traveling has broken and proven our preconceived notions to be grossly incorrect and in fact, ignorant. We had to “drop our rocks” so to speak and let our defenses down. When we did this we REALIZED that people are genuinely GOOD across this country. In my heart of hearts I have always believed that there are more good and kind people in this world than there are bad. The more I travel, the more I see that we, people, are the same all over. We are more alike than we are different. People just want to be happy, loved and take care of their families. Period.

Traveling has proven to be a growing and learning experience for us, as I’m sure it is for most. Travel is so very beneficial and rewarding and I have loved every minute of it and look forward to many more adventures.

Like I said, we got home Friday and unpacked. Saturday was laundry day, and giving shorty a much needed bath, inside and out. I cleaned the inside and Craig the outside.

Shorty, nice and clean.

Sunday was church and a family gathering. Today, Monday, I organized my maps and highlighted the routes we took on each state map and then highlighted the routes on my US map. (I like to track where we have been). So far we have visited 18 states….we have 32 more to visit.๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜

Sidebar: the Goodyear blimp resides in Carson , CA

Other than a few day trips here and there I’m not sure yet when we will hit the road for another 3 or 4 week run.

This may be my last post for a while, as our day-to-day life is rather low key, borderline boring. ๐Ÿ˜‰ We are both retired. We take walks, go to the gym, movies, or beach, have an occasional game night with family and friends, and handle the day-to-day chores of a household. We may take a hike or bike ride if it’s sunny. We lead pretty low key happy lives.๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜

Although, I am looking into volunteering as a summer seasonal worker at a National Park….I’ll keep y’all posted on that!๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ‘

Until next time.๐Ÿ‘

5.24.19, Almost home

We ended up moving last night about 11 p.m. because it was way toooo noisy between the two big rigs. (Don’t know what we were thinking.๐Ÿค”) Sounded like they had their generators or their engines running, not sure, but we had to move. Turns out, up the street Denny’s and Flying J share RV parking for travellers. Yay!!

My view this morning. Look at that sunshine.๐Ÿ˜Ž๐ŸŒž

I woke up well rested ready to push on. The sun is shining!! Oh how I have missed the sun warming my face!! I have not felt the sun on my face like this since we left Larry and Donna’s house in Penn Valley, CA on May 9th. Oh, WELCOME, WELCOME, WARM SUNSHINE ON MY FACE!๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜Ž

A tidbit of info for my overseas followers: The city of Barstow serves as a popular midway point for drivers traveling between Los Angeles, California and Las Vegas, Nevada (aka Sin City) as well as Bullhead City/Laughlin.

We are heading south bound on the 15 to Los Angeles.

I spied this metal ice chest on the back of this jeep. I have not seen one in YEARS. Just thought it was an interesting sight.๐Ÿ˜‰

California highway views.

Surprisingly the southbound highway is not too busy this morning… yet. Although the closer to the city we get I see the freeway getting busier heading the opposite direction. That stands to reason, it’s a holiday weekend. The weekend warriors will be out and about today.

Since our traveling style thus far consists of “flying by the seat of our pants” we wanted to be home before the warriors hit the road. I’m sure they’ve made reservations to their favorite getaway spots. We want to be off the road before all of that congestion and (possible) road rage hits. ๐ŸŽญ

As we passed through Bullhead City/Laughlin yesterday one could feel the energy and see the preparation in anticipation of the weekend crowds. Shiny, clean jestskis galore we’re lined up on several lots ready and waiting for the warriors arrival. Hotels were flashing their weekend specials, various stores had eye catching dispays in their windows. I spied several new advertising signs, some remodeling and fresh coats of paint. The town is ready for the invasion this holiday weekend.๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŠโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš™

Bullhead City is ready, and waiting

Nice mountain view as we get closer to the cities.

It’s still early, about 9:30 a.m. and the freeway looks like this.

I DID NOT MISS THIS TRAFFIC. The closer we get to our home town the thicker traffic is becoming.๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ˜– I do not drive in this mess unless I absolutely have to. Craig does the majority of the driving. In fact, typically if we leave Carson, he drives.

This traffic is one of the main reasons I am so ready to leave the L.A. area (and the cost of living)…too many people have moved here.๐Ÿ˜‘ It is far tooo congested.

OBSERVATION: We noticed a vast cost difference in fuel as we traveled. Diesel ranged from $2.99 to $4.99 / gallon and propane was $2.79 to $3.99. / pound. (I think its sold by the pound.) ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿคช Of course, California is on the upper end of those scales.๐Ÿ˜–

Well, we are close to home.๐Ÿก We stopped in Lakewood, the next town over, for a snack. Yang Chow 2 has the BEST slippery shrimp. The original Yang Chow is in China Town, downtown L.A. this is a mini version of the restaurant with limited menu items. But their most POPULAR menu item is their slippery shrimp. It is a little sweet and spicy. Delish!Alas, they were closed.๐Ÿ˜ซ They don’t open until 11. Oh well, we are going home to unload.

It’s late morning and we unloaded the vital stuff; toiletries, clothes and food items. I will wash the fridge, stove, kitchen and clean the bathroom tomorrow. Shorty will get a good bath and the floors and rugs will be cleaned. Yea, shorty will get a good cleaning inside and out. Tomorrow.

After unloading the vital stuff we headed to lunch. We both wanted BBQ so we headed to Lucille’s BBQ Smokehouse in Torrance, CA. after a good lunch we are back home.

It is warm and sunny today in Carson. Ummm….๐ŸŒžSUNSHINE. I have missed you.

Our cats

I found one of our cats basking in sun in our backyard. We have two 14 year old cats; Cali and Boots, sisters. Neither of them came to me right away when I called them. They are a little skiddish around strangers. It took them a few minutes to warm up to me. They can be moody girls.๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜พ

I’m here with Shorty finishing this post. This is where I come to write, think or when I just want some quiet or alone time. Shorty is MY LADY CAVE. He is the other guy who gets my time and attention. ๐Ÿฅฐ

Well, I guess I’ll strip the beds and go in the house and watch a movie with Craig.

Recap tomorrow…


Homeward Bound 5.23.19

We got up this morning to the smell of home made waffles, bacon and eggs, coffee and oj. ๐Ÿฅ“๐ŸฅšOur visit with Mark and Roxanne was great as usual. They are such gracious hosts. We feel more like family than guests. ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’ That is a gift! Such great friends!!Before we left we had to refil our water bottles. Craig hooked up our Kangen Water machine in the laundry room and filled a few containers for the road.We will have this unit installed under the kitchen sink in Shorty so that we will always have our alkalized water available when we travel. But for now we hook it up as needed – at almost any sink.Thank you Mark and Roxanne for showing us around town. We had a GREAT time as always! Let’s work on that Alaskan cruise and that week in Utah at the Natiomal parks! Until next time.๐Ÿ˜ ๐ŸฅฐSo far Arizona is high on our list of places to move to. We both like Prescott.๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ‘On our way out of town we drove through the small town of Chino Valley to look at some homes. We stopped at the Chamber of Commerce and spoke with a volunteer about the community. She shared that most of the homes were built on an acre or so, which was nice. But like Roxanne said, the town lacked “charm.”๐Ÿ˜‘Heading West on Highway 40 we see alot of open plains. Tut-tut, it looks like rain.๐ŸŒงSaw the signs for Historic Route 66.No, we didn’t take Historic Route 66; we’ve driven it before. We opted for Highway 40, it’s a little more direct.Highway as far as we can see.We stopped in Kingman, AZ for dinner. Cracker Barrel has some GOOD fried chicken!Then from From Kingman to Bullhead city.Neither of us had been to these cities and took this route out of curiosity.Observation: In all of the states we visited we saw Dollar General, Family Dollar, & Dollar Tree stores. Hum, might have to look into their stock.๐Ÿค”From Kingman to Buckeye City, AZ.Some dusk/evening views.Craig being the “destination driver” that he is was determined to get to Barstow, CA. It’s 10 p.m; we made it.We are in the Carle’s Jr. parking lot that provides RV n big rig spaces. We are parked between two big rigs. I didn’t drive but I am tired and a feeling a bit irritated.๐Ÿ˜ซ I need some sleep.๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ด g’night.๐Ÿ˜‰