Sylvia's RV Journey

I spent my last morning at the ocean, right at the beach, across from my campsite. I will have to say, with the wind, at 63,° it was chilly, but comfortable with my winter cap and jacket. The marine layer was hanging around, and prevented the sun from coming out. I reluctantly pulled myself away right before noon, and got ready to hit the road for an over 3 1/2 hour drive towards San Diego. I wish I could say that I had the time to visit some relatives in the area, but this was going to be a quick pit stop to have my spare tire rack mounted, then home. I got to the shop just before 4 p.m. and the guys said they could mount the rack right away! I was surprised, but of course welcomed the chance to take care of it today. In less than an hour they were done, and I could settle into one of their parking spaces for my last night before heading home. The shop next door apparently has a night shift, and Nick, from Persia, stopped by for a chat. He brought some Persian tea and sugar cubes for

I was lucky enough to secure two nights at Pismo Beach, Oceano State Beach.  Check in wasn't until 2 p.m., so I parked on the street and found my spot on the beach. I tried going into the water and could only make it up to mid-calf, as I thought it was incredibly cold. Jo Jo hates the water and was a bit nervous thinking that I would dip him in, but in this case there was no way that I could do that to him. There was a beach trail close to my campsite even though it took 15 minutes  going straight up and down the sand dunes to reach the beach. I have to say it was quite a work out quite and a view, and I did this at least twice a day over the next couple of days. The park is also wedged in between a lagoon like area and full of fog in the morning while it was cool. I thought I was being smart, the next morning, by getting up at dawn to drive to the parking lot right next to the beach. But little did I know it that surfers are that dedicated, and the parking lot was completely fille

Well, with the piece of mind knowing that my accommodations are all set for the next 5 days I don't have to worry about where to spend the night. I just have to think about getting there and making sure I arrive. My urban evening next to the winery was just fine, and finally cooled, as I woke up admiring the old-fashioned street lamps that lined the railroad tracks. I'm just thankful that the train wasn't running, otherwise that would have been beyond loud. I wound up in Ojai, CA, which was very familiar, since I was here last year. It's a very charming and quaint town, and I'm just disappointed that my timing is off again regarding a visit to the Beatrice Wood Arts Center. They are only open on the weekends. One of these days I will time it right. I enjoyed a stop at the Ojai Olive Oil farm which was quite tucked away at the foothills of the mountains. It is 40 acres of olive trees that apparently are pretty old. I have two olive trees at my house, but they are you