Road Trip Day 2

Crank that penthouse up

Leftover curry with egg scramble. Yum! Once we got the show on the road, we stopped for coffee, because of all the things we could forget, we forget the coffee cone for the pour-over. Not cool! We went to Point Reyes Station for Bovine Bakery, which had really, really good coffee. Mahru said she’s been going there for years and it’s always been that good. We also got to play show-and-tell with the Jucy. It elicits stares and questions and we are happy to chat about it. Maybe we should become brand ambassadors except that the latch on the penthouse opened again and we had to stop to fix it. This time I put a twig in it to create a crossbar. So far, so good. The other little snag with it (aside from having to crank it 54 times to pop it up) is that it doesn’t fall flat when I crank it closed and I have to shove it into alignment and then stuff the tent up under it.


img_20190625_113957733_hdrNext, off to Limantour Beach, which allows dogs. Bijan had a blast and it was incredibly beautiful. The clouds were stringy and wispy (see pic), the air was crisp and salty, and the sand (as always) felt great between my toes. After a couple of hours, we headed back to the Jucy and hit the road for Fort Bragg. We took 101 through Petaluma and Santa Rosa, where you can still see some of the aftermath of the Tubbs Fire in November 2017. We headed west on 128 for my favorite kind of driving: twisty, windy mountain roads (my favorite type too – not!) overlooking the ocean and we got to drive them for miles. For a while, we were driving through redwoods. Sometimes I really miss California. We did encounter a driver who braked about every 5 feet, which mostly made us laugh.

Our campground outside Fort Bragg is very quiet. I think we are the only ones in our area and each spot is surrounded by trees. If I couldn’t hear road noise, I would think Mahru and I were the only people on Earth. I’m not sure how I feel about that (umm…hello….I would hope that if you are one of two people on earth — you might want me to be the other). I’m not into post-apocalypse. Earlier in the evening, we met a couple who gave us some pointers for a good beach walk and wine tasting/picnic area tomorrow.

Quote of the day today is from Mahru: Sweater dogs are useless.”

First Night on the Road

This will all be posted late because connectivity is not happening. So, we picked up the Jucy, threw everything in and took off for Point Reyes. Yes, I know, not a very long trip, but we spent most of the day preparing the house, packing up, and getting ready to leave. We didn’t get the Jucy until 2 either.

img_20190624_140734351_hdrThis thing is bigger than it looks. We packed a ton of stuff in it. Suitcases, food, dog, bedding, pots and pans, beer and wine—all the essentials. So far the only hitch we have had is that one of the latches to the “penthouse” or the pop-up sleeping tent unhooked and the tent crept out and was flapping in the breeze. Luckily, a nice woman on the 580 honked and pointed and we got the idea. For a big, awkward-looking vehicle, the ride is smooth and the handling very manageable.

We arrived at the Olema campground at about 5 p.m., set up camp, went for a walk, and made a delicious curry vegetable dinner, but oops! We forgot a can opener. Luckily, people in RVs seem to have everything you could ever need. Thanks neighbor. Our spot was in a meadow where we had a view of the hills and witnessed a very colorful sunset.

It is a little chilly in the pop-up, so I’m really glad we have a sleeping bag. It didn’t make getting up in the middle of the night to pee any easier, but at least I could crawl back into the warmth quickly except for the weird animal noises. Coyotes? Maybe, but I’m not really sure. I’m glad they were distant.

Ceding Control on a West Coast Jaunt

oakland2porttownsendUsually I am writing about my decisions or my future decisions about travel or how we decide what we’re going to do and where we’re going to do it, but much of my next trip will not be up to me. I did decide to go to Oakland, Calif., to see a very dear friend who is having a party (I love a good party!); therefore, the timing was not up to me. Then, we toyed with the idea of different road trips from there, and while I was leaning toward heading up the coast, she cemented it. So off we will go to Port Townsend, Wash.

I had a hand in most of that, but I am going to leave the rest of it up to my friend because she is bringing her dog and–surprise, surprise–most likely a foster teen (14 hours in a van with a teen?  – soooo pleased I won’t be there!). I am happy for her because she has been in the application process to be a foster mom for some time and she is very excited. Since I work with high school students all school year, I like to keep my distance in the summer, but it’s part of the adventure. Maybe it’s a good thing that my driving experience will be one-way, since I am flying back out of Seattle to cut some time off the trip.

My friend has already rented a Jucy, a vehicle I had never heard of; it’s a mini-RV, complete with beds and a little kitchen. I’m told they are very popular in Australia. 

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Two friends, a teen, and a dog–should be fun!

Close quarters, but better than riding all that way in her sedan. (I was wondering how that would work and she was one step ahead of me.) I’m going to leave the details of the itinerary up to her, also, unless she really wants my input. I’m practicing relinquishing control (Steven, add snarky comment here  Moi?  I NEVER have snarky comments – especially about the idea that you might need some control over things… ), but I also think it will be fun to follow the travel plans of someone else and experience travel from someone else’s perspective. I know there will be hiking, good food, and friends. What more do I need? (Prozac? Lexapro? Thorazine? – oh wait you were talking about for the trip?  Nevermind.)