Ok,
I’ll preface this with, yeah, we didn’t take many photos.
But,
it’s similar to our trip in March, so they’d be about the same.
We knew we wanted to get out of the summer heat for our anniversary, and we succeeded. On Sunday, July 7th we headed over to our new favorite getaway town, Cayucos. We stayed in Space number 7 this time. Space number 9 last time. What we didn’t foresee was another, different, health issue that mostly grounded me—again.
As we left the Fresno area heading toward the coast, it was exhilarating to watch the temperature slowly climbing as we crossed the San Joaquin Valley into Avenal and Cholame, and then started dropping. Late morning temps were in the high 90s° F headed to a high in Fresno of 113°. In Cholame it was 101°, but by the time we got to Paso Robles, it had dropped to the mid-90s again.
The trailer was looking a little dirty, so we found Golden Hill Self Wash in Paso Robles, and were able to wash off the storage yard dirt. Kari was much happier. The spray from the wash was like an outdoor swamp cooler. It felt refreshing.
Heading west on SR-46 out of “Paso,” toward SR-1, it was fun counting down the temperature as it dropped the further we went. We stopped in a large dirt turnout a few miles short of SR-1 and enjoyed lunch in cool weather and a distant ocean view.
As we were preparing to come here for our March trip, I dropped a heavy hard plastic box on my right foot, with a corner striking the top center of my foot. It was excruciating, I could barely walk, and it was restricting the first few days during our visit. I felt terrible not being able join Kari walking around town. It slowly got better, yet still hurt for weeks.
After returning from the March trip, we had several projects we wanted to complete before the summer weather hit. The finished removal of the aforementioned orange tree from hell was one of them. Up and down a ladder, twisting around to hang new curtain rods and curtains, older plants dug up and removed, replacement plants put in, and finishing touches on repairing the heavy front water fountain. Finally, adding an awkward to install shelf over the bed in the trailer.
I freely admit the obvious, I’m not in shape anymore—except maybe the shape of plump. During all those projects, I beat myself up pretty badly for things I once was able to do much easier. And frankly, I probably should still be able to do them without the damage I caused my body. I felt like I strained or pulled muscles, ligaments, and everything else in my legs. Knees, which my doctor had previously shared suffer unfixable damage with age, hurt so much I could barely walk.
And somewhere, somehow, for the first time in my life I pulled a hamstring in my right leg. Hopefully it’s the only time. My gosh it was painful. I communicated my woes with my primary physician via the handy app, and he confirmed my suspicions. He told me to continue to stay off my feet and keep cold compresses on it. The hamstring slowly got better as expected. Not so much the knees, especially my right knee. On this trip, sadly I was once again severely limited to walking distances. (I am going in for a consultation with my physician soon.)
The trip continues.
I was able to walk around town a little bit. Twice we walked to Bijou Bakery for breakfast. They have a great seating area under a large canopy. The bacon quiche and pastries were delicious.
Spending several days in the coastal climate is always a reminder for me about growing up in similar climates. We really enjoyed our time, reading, relaxing, and Kari taking Parfait on long walks around town. As she walked, she noticed several properties for sale. That led to wondering how outrageous the real estate market is in Cayucos—and it is—to realizing once again, the only way we could move to a place like this is to win the lottery. Kari purchased tickets, knowing that with any winnings we have already agreed to give have the net to our church. We’ll be staying in Clovis. Our church is getting an extra dollar this year.
Our time in Cayucos briefly overlapped with Fresno friends. On our second to the last night, we had dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, Luanda Garden Bistro. We dined in a recessed garden patio with Fresno friends Chris and Bill Trollinger and former Fresnan Sharon Van Loon who is now a local in the area near Cayucos. On our final night, we joined those three again at a home next to our RV park rented by Fresno friends Tina and Gary Kinsey, who were hosting a traditional taco night for their large family gathering. It was crazy, delicious, and very fun.
We broke camp the next day and headed south to Ventura, stopping for lunch in a dirt pullout along US-101 north of Santa Barbara for an ocean view trailer lunch.
We noted how trashy the highway is thanks to discourteous people tossing their litter out. By coincidence, as we ended our lunch, a CalTrans team showed up and started cleaning the area. Some heroes wear orange.
Ventura County’s Hobson Beach Campground was our destination for three nights.
There really isn’t a view of the Pacific Ocean from the campground site due to the protective rock wall, yet the sounds of the ocean are constant. I was a bit worried it would be noisy at night because there were so many children running around during the day, but at 10 pm, the only sounds were the ocean. The campground also has a snack bar with good food, and the showers clean.
On Tuesday, July 16, our 36th wedding anniversary, our first full day in Ventura was fulfilling the primary need to dos, first, visiting the grave of my parents.
Stepping back to November 16, 2023, I mentioned in a prior post I was in Ventura for my aunt’s funeral, who is buried a short dis from my parents. After her service, I went into the office to inquire about my parent’s grave. Their flower vase was originally donated by the Ventura South Rotary Club. The base is basically two pieces. One is a tube that is permanently installed in the ground, and the other piece was smaller in diameter. One way in the hole, and there's a metal cover for the hole. Pull it out, flip it over and put it back in, and boom, flower vase. It was always off center and at a different distance from the headstone as compared to others. It’s always hard to find, and it never seems the groundskeepers flipped the lid back up to cover the hole. I have measurements and photos from prior visits to help, but we usually have to dig around stabbing the ground at an angle with a long screwdriver to find the edge of the tube because without the top in its proper place, grass fills it up. So my office visit in November 2023 resulted in submitting a work order to have the vase checked and moved. There was an understanding that I might need pay for a replacement, but they would contact me if there was an issue. I never heard anything, so my presumption all was well.
This visit, no matter what we did, we couldn’t find the vase at all. Over twenty years, and this was a first. Not wanting look weird, but the two of us were kneeling over a gravesite, one with a hand trowel and the other with a long long screwdriver, stabbing away probably looked rather odd to someone paying attention to us. I was beyond frustrated that I couldn’t find it. Kari kept checking while I drove to the office and waited for them to finish with another client. I shared the situation about the vase, when I was there in November, the work order I wrote out and handed in to them personally, and our current frustrations. There was keyboard typing, file cabinet checking, and hushed conversations off to the side.
The resulting report was, they had no record of the work order I had submitted. Yet, for a fee of $25, they would locate the vase by the end of the day, but recommended in the future to call in advance and pay the fee and they would locate it beforehand. Not knowing Kari’s progress, I declined their offer for today and left the office.
Kari hadn’t had any luck, so I went with Plan B. I dug a small hole with the trowel, stuck the flowers directly in the ground, added water and compacted the dirt around them.
I’ll call in advance next time.
Consolation came in the form of required delicious corn burritos from Foster Freeze. I’ve talked about them before, and I’ll talk about them in the future. But that’s enough for today.
The final stop before heading back to the trailer was a stop at McConnell's Fine Ice Cream on Main St. Barbara Streisand had mentioned it in her book, especially the coffee flavored ice cream. Kari bought a selection, and they were all good, especially the coffee. I saved it for home in Clovis, and topped it with something my mother did, chocolate syrup with a topping made of crushed cornflakes and peanuts mixed with melted brown sugar and butter. Yum!
Our anniversary dinner was a grilled steak, small red potatoes that were mashed, and salad. Simple and delicious. I only wish I left my nicer shirt on before taking our anniversary selfie photo. I'm still crazy in love with this woman. I'm a blessed man.
Wednesday, July 17th was live person visitation day. The morning started with a visit to our campsite by former Buena High School classmate Tim Hoctor. When we head into Ventura, Tim is one of the folks we always wonder how he’s doing. I’ve always really liked Tim, but in all honesty, Tim and I weren’t the closest of buddies. We attended different Junior High schools so we didn’t have that bond. At Buena, we had classes together, hung with the same common folks, and attended the same parties and events.
Tim, as a career realtor, was really helpful after my father died when we were preparing to move my mom to Fresno and sell their Ventura home. Since I was working in the Bay Area at the time, Tim would occasionally stop by and see my bedridden mom as we were getting the house ready for market. Later, Tim shared that he always enjoyed talking with my mom (just that makes one feel good), but added something she shared with him. I think it was the last visit with my mom, and Tim asked her if there was anything else he could do for her. She said, he could go outside and smell the grass for her. Tim said it was an emotional moment. We had a great chat getting caught up with each other’s lives, mutual friends, and travel adventures.
In the afternoon, my cousin Bill Stone and his wife Shelly hosted us at their home. Kari had never met them, and it was really nice getting caught up and sharing with them. They included their current desire to move to Oklahoma so they could be closer to their daughters and grandchildren. They surprised me with a photo album that had a lot of photos of my father when he was younger, many during World War II. I’m going to enjoy going through it and exploring some of my father’s past that he didn’t like to talk about, something not unusual for many WWII veterans.
On July 18th, we headed home, back to the heat. It was our first trip over the Grapevine with our little rig. It performed very well. Lunch was parked at the Taco Bell in Wheeler Ridge so Kari could run next door to In-N-Out to pick up burgers.
The only incident, or close call, was north of Bakersfield on SR-99 approaching Merced Rd off-ramp. Some people just gotta drive like idiots. Enjoy the video.
