Sylvia's RV Journey

Some of you may know that I've been struggling with multiple issues this spring and early summer. Well, I finally think that I have turned the corner, and feel well enough to hit the road with the Sylver Gypsy, and Jo Jo. She's been patiently resting for months while I've made progress. Friend, Eileen, and I headed up towards the town of Strawberry and Pine, Arizona.  We located a camp spot, not far from where I spent time last year, then we headed into town, first to stop at the wood shop where they have wooden clocks, slabs of wood, carved bears, and tables, benches, and everything else made out of wood. We picked out a few raw pieces and have ideas for new projects. Second, was  a stop at the Pie Bar where I ordered a strawberry calzone pie. However, when I took my first bit, it was actually chocolate. I didn't have the heart to return it, because in the end, I do prefer chocolate, but when in Strawberry, you do strawberry. That clerk must have secretly known my addi...

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 ...