Patience, please

I haven’t written any long blog posts for a while, for two reasons: (1) I have been very busy with work and taxes for the past two weeks and (2) we lost our camera. The camera is not a great loss and, fortunately, it went missing just after I took off all the photos. But it means that I have been using my phone to take pictures and I am not real familiar with it. But I think I have some good photos of the RV park where we are living and the San Diego Zoo, where we went last Sunday.

So be patient, ok?

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The convenience of isolation

When we lived in Medford, MA, we had two major supermarkets within a mile, yet I often found myself looking at the refrigerator an 11 pm and discovering that I had no milk for my morning cereal. We now live in Aguanga, CA, which is ten miles from anywhere and 15 miles from the nearest food purveyor (excluding the RV park market which ransoms off the few items it stocks). Yet I have never been without milk. I guess my awareness of my isolation is sufficient to remind me that I need to stop for milk on my way home.

Now if I could just train my brain to remember stuff when the cost of forgetting is cheap…

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Wile E. sighting

Two days after I saw the roadrunner I saw a coyote, just outside the park gates. I guess those cartoons had more basis in reality than I thought.

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Beep beep

I saw my first roadrunner yesterday. We were walking the dogs around the RV park and it just walked out of the bushes about 20 feet in front of us.

Having been raised on Roadrunner cartoons, I couldn’t help but look around to see if Wile E. Coyote was hiding nearby, perhaps with an Acme Rocket strapped to his back. Didn’t see Wile E., but Grace was going nuts. I’m sure if I had let her off the leash she would have ended up with an anvil on her head.

My neighbor says that this RV park is a “bird watching paradise.” Perhaps I will learn a little about our feathered friends while I am here. But I already know a roadrunner when I see one.

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The trek-ula to Temecula

We left San Jose last Saturday, heading south in search of warmer temperatures. It was a 2-day trek with two wildly different segments. The first day was a bucolic trip down the central valley, a mostly-flat and fairly boring trip. There were a lot of orchards and vegetable fields lining I-5. The only hilly and scenic part was the short hop over the small ridge to the east of Gilroy, just a few miles south of San Jose. There was a very striking reservoir on that 35-mile trip on CA 152.

San Luis Reservoir from CA 152

The overnight destination was the Bakersfield RV Resort in – yes, you guessed it – Bakersfield. This is a great RV park. It has lots of pull-through sites (which figures, as it seems to get a lot of overnight business from RVers traveling between LA and San Francisco), a very nice pool and a very pleasant and courteous office staff. It was also right across the street from a GMC dealer and within a quarter mile of a Camping World, so if I had needed any quick repairs I would have been all set. Fortunately, the rig was doing fine.

The most surprising part of the resort, however, was The Crest Bar and Grill – a very nice cafe, serving excellent margaritas, right on the premises. And the most surprising part of the cafe was live music from a first-rate folk singer, Jim Robinson. He sang Billy Joel, the Eagles and even the Beatles (ok, a little more than “folk”) with the best of them. The food was good, too. I would recommend this resort to anyone who happens to find themselves in need of a place to park an RV in Bakersfield.

Arrival at the Bakersfield RV Resort

Neighbors walking the dogs

The pool

Putting green

Restaurant patio

Leaving Bakersfield

The second day of the trek was the opposite of the first: rather than being flat,rural and mostly serene, it was mountainous, urban and very, very bumpy. So bumpy that the contents of every cabinet got scrambled and the toaster walked off its perch on the lower bunk, scratching the bunkhouse closet door. So bumpy that the gooseneck lamp on the edge of the dining room table dipped down and made repeated contact with the surface, digging a shallow trench in the table top. We will call that the “Temecula Trench”. Bumpy.

It’s not like we were traveling country roads; the route was down CA 99 out of Bakersfield, then I-5 over the mountains to the outskirts of LA, then zig-zagging southeast to Temecula on I-210, CA 57, 71 and 91, I-15 and, finally, CA 79 to the RV park in Aguanga (pronounced “a-wanda”). Total distance: 437 miles, pretty evenly split between the two days. These were major roads and well-maintained. But California likes concrete and concrete needs frequent patching, particularly in the mountains where it drops below freezing and particularly on I-5, the major north/south truck route in southern California. Countless 18-wheelers have taken their toll on that road and our spines (and dining room table) paid that toll.

The Temecula Trek route

But the route was indisputably scenic. Starting with a very flat and very straight 20-mile stretch on CA 99 out of Bakersfield, it merges with I-5 and then dramatically swoops up into the mountains.

I-5 swooping into the mountains

Climbing

The pass topped out at nearly 4,200 ft. There was even a little snow at the pass.

Approaching the pass

The pass

After an abrupt 15-mile drop down the other side, we entered the vast urban area that is metropolitan LA. We traveled through the newer suburbs, so it was wall-to-wall Walmarts, Targets, Home Depots and Carl’s Jr. No pictures are necessary – it was just like the urban sprawl you see everywhere. The route became rural again, briefly, as we dropped from Corona to Temecula.

The final stretch was the 20 miles from Temecula to Aguanga. This is now my daily commute as I have an office in Temecula. It is arguably the most interesting portion of the trek, but I will describe it later, along with Temecula and our new home, the Rancho California RV Resort. Both the town and the RV park deserve their own posts.

As we were in search of warmer temperatures, our initial impression was a huge disappointment: the temperature when we left Bakersfield was around 60, but had dropped to 49 by the time we got to the resort. It has warmed up since (the forecast high for today is 81 in Temecula), but, as elsewhere in California, everyone is complaining about how cold the winter has been. The normal high in late February in Temecula is 70 and the forecast for the coming week has highs around 60, so it will be running about 10 degrees below normal.

But I don’t expect a lot of sympathy from those of you who are still digging out from the blizzard.

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Temecula address

For those (very few) of you who want to write and/or send gifts, here is our new address:

General Delivery
Aguanga, CA 92536

I will describe the new place and our trip down here soon.

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A dog’s life

We leave tomorrow to head down to Temecula. We are looking forward to the drive as sitting still for two months seemed unnatural after three straight months of travel. But it will be just two days of travel, then 3 to 4 more months of staying put.

Although they haven’t said so, we believe the dogs are looking forward to the trip as well. Their life here at Coyote Valley RV Resort has been pretty quiet, with just a few events to break the routine, the “routine” being:

  1. Wake up and poop
  2. Eat
  3. Sleep
  4. Wake up and poop
  5. Eat
  6. Sleep
  7. Wake up and poop
  8. Sleep

This sounds pretty boring, but the fact is that it is not any more boring than their former life in Medford where the daily routine looked pretty similar.  The things that break up their routine are:

  1. Playing in the RV – either with me or with their toys.
  2. Meeting other dogs at the dog park.  And there are a lot of dogs here.
  3. Taking a walk in the field behind the RV park.  This is the only place where Grace can run off the leash and she loves that.
  4. Going on road trips.  I mentioned that I took them on my Monterey trip.  I also took them on a 3-mile hike in Santa Theresa park, a Santa Clara county park just a few miles away.  It was a slow hike because 3 miles is probably equal to the distance that Cha-Cha walked in the previous year.  Cha-Cha is deeply committed to living a sedentary lifestyle.

Anyway, this post is a good opportunity to share some of the dog photos that I have accumulated over the past two months.

The pups roaming off-leash in the back field

Santa Theresa Park

San Jose from Santa Theresa Park

The end of the 3-mile trek at Santa Theresa

Grace at rest after ripping her toys apart

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Winchester Mystery House

This is a catch-up (catsup, ketchup?) post. We went to the Winchester Mystery House exactly one month ago – January 6th – but I haven’t gotten around to blogging about it until now, partly because the few pictures that we took (interior photos are not permitted) didn’t come off the camera until this morning.

Winchester Mystery House

The Winchester Mystery House is a curiosity. It is big, as a mansion should be – over 100 rooms – but it is not beautiful like the Newport mansions. It is just plain weird. It was the home of the eccentric widow of a guy who made a fortune selling Winchester rifles to the army. She believed that bad things would happen if construction on the house ended, so she just kept building for over 30 years. I think that is what attracted us to the place: it reminded us of our time in Somerville. Non-stop construction as a way of life.

It is also a bit of a time capsule of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. The earthquake damaged parts of the house (and in fact trapped Mrs Winchester in one of the front rooms for several hours), but rather than repair the damage like any normal homeowner would, she just closed off the damaged rooms and continued building on other wings.

She was tiny – under 5 feet tall – and not well, so the staircases have very low risers – about 4 inches for each step. This makes some of the staircase *very* long. That doesn’t include the staircase that goes nowhere – it just rises to the ceiling and stops. You are left to wonder “what was she thinking?”

Start of the tour

There is very little in the house that is beautiful. One of the exceptions is the stained glass. There isn’t much stained glass on display in the lived-in rooms, but she left an entire storage room filled with Tiffany stained glass that is worth over half a million dollars today.

We visited on a very cold, dank day. It somehow didn’t occur to us that for $30 each we would be getting a tour of an unheated house. By the time it was over we were both thoroughly chilled. If you go, pick a warm day.

Courtyard

We only toured the house. We arrived too late for the basement tour and it was too cold to tour the gardens. I imagine that there is some good stuff that we didn’t see. They also offer a night tour which would be… spooky.

Gift shop

The place is too weird to recommend highly. But if you ever find yourself in San Jose with nothing to do… there it is.

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Alcatraz

We will be leaving the Bay Area in a few days and will be leaving a lot of “wish list” things undone. We aren’t going to drive across the Golden Gate Bridge and we aren’t going to ride the cable cars. But we can cross off Alcatraz because we went there last Sunday.

It was a beautiful day – better than we could hope for, really – sunny, high around 66. Saturday had been very foggy and I was expecting more of that. Which explains why I didn’t take my sunglasses. So I squinted a lot.

The drive from Morgan Hill to Pier 33 on the Embarcadero takes about 70 minutes. We didn’t get off until 8:53 and our ferry left at 10:30, so we were cutting it a little close. Still, not to worry, because there is a parking lot directly across from the pier. We got there, as expected, a few minutes after 10. I queued up to buy a ticket from the self-service machine – the only machine in the lot. And it jammed. After wasting a few minutes seeing if it could be fixed, I gave up, hustled Jett back into the rental car and drove off, madly searching for another parking lot. We found one about two blocks away, parked, hustled back to the pier and queued up to get our prepaid tickets. The line was short, thankfully, because the ferry was already boarding when I got to the window. We made it, but with less than 5 minutes to spare.

Pier 33, with 5 minutes to spare

The bay was calm and the scenery was stunning. We got a nice water view of the Golden Gate Bridge, which I guess is as close as we will get.

Golden Gate Bridge

It is just a 10-minute ride to Alcatraz Island. The signs are left as they were when the prison was closed in 1963. Signs of the 1969 Indian occupation are also still intact.

Welcoming(?) sign

Our ferry, leaving to return to SF

There was a brief introductory speech from a park ranger and a 15-minute film, then a long walk up the hill to the prison.

Alcatraz dock

Climb to the prison

View from The Rock

The path to the prison

Prison wall

The tour of the prison proper is a self-guided audio tour. It was very informative. We saw the cells where the guards were shot in the 1946 prison riot, one of the cells from which the only “successful” escape was made (though it is suspected that all 3 escapees died in the bay, so the level of success is debatable) and Block D where Al Capone and the Birdman spent their days.

Broadway

Grand Central

Visitation booth

Typical cell

The Yard

Isolation

Utility shaft and escape route

Visitor’s entrance

Visitors side of visitation area

Warden’s house (what’s left, anyway)

SF from Alcatraz

The escape cell

The kitchen knife rack

Leaving Alcatraz – something many could not do

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My traditional January cough DIDN’T arrive

Unlike most previous years, I did not hack my way through January. So even though December here was one of the coldest, rainiest ever, and January was cooler than normal, my body seemed to appreciate the lack of 0-degree windchill days and stinging sleet.

Winter in California ends in February, so if I hang in there for a few more weeks, it will be a cough-free winter.

Nice!

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