Posted on April 12, 2015
The Final Chapter…
I bet you all have been wondering just what the hell happened to us? Were we swallowed by a haunted bayou someplace in the wilds of Louisiana? Or eaten by a pack of ravenous ‘gators? Kidnapped by Crazy Canadians? Or did we just turn around and head back to Key West, to lay on the beach, drink margaritas and chill until all of our credit cards were maxed out or we ran out of Land Shark beer?
Well, none of the above, actually. You can attribute this prolonged lack of our communication to just sloth and pure laziness on my part. (The reality is that it take me about 12-16 hours to prepare each chapter of this blog and I simply just could not bring myself to sit down and get to it.)
We made it home pretty much in one piece (well, some pieces got left and other pieces got added, but you are going to have to keep reading to figure out exactly what that means.) We have been back home in Silver Lake, WA, since Sunday, March 22. But, let’s go back several weeks to where we left off, near Lafayette, Louisiana…
We stayed a couple of nights at the Frog City RV Park, in Duson. We had intended on going back to Prejean’s Cajun Restaurant in Lafayette one more time but decided to try this other place, near Duson (just down the road from Lafayette) on the advice of some locals. Big mistake. BIG mistake. Deep fried everything. And pretty bland. And over cooked. And mediocre service. But, at least the beer was cold. Oh well…we can always head back to Prejean’s on the next trip.
On the road once again, we passed through Lake Charles and then exited Louisiana on Interstate 10 and entered Texas…dismayed, but not surprised to note that the first mile marker we saw indicated ‘899.’ Gads! (By comparison, from San Ysidro, near Tijuana, to the Oregon border – taking The 5 all the way – is only 796 miles…so that gives you a sense of scale.) It’s a l-o-n-g way across Texas on The 10 – it took us over 4 days of pretty steady driving.
After passing through Beaumont, the first major city we came to was Houston – and it’s one huge city. We were on the beltway going around the major metropolitan area and were cruising along in fairly light traffic until we encountered this incredible traffic jam that went on for miles and miles. Turns out there was some major bridge construction going on that caused a ‘funneling’ from 6 lanes down to ONE lane. That delayed us by about 2 hours. Oh well…
First overnight stop in Texas was at Columbus, where we stayed in a funky, but functional, RV park. We had dinner at a pretty good Tex/Mex place nearby (Los Cabos) that evening.
Next day, back again on The 10 headed west. We skirted San Antonio on the Beltway without encountering much traffic, and are now headed into the wilds of West Texas. There just ain’t much out there.
At all. Hardly anything.
Including RV parks. Even Google Maps gets confounded when you do a search for them. We ended up in Ozona, where we stopped at one of the few-and-far-between spots we could find. This place did not even have a name, unless you call the giant sign by the freeway that said, in ten-foot-tall letters, ‘RV Park,’ a name. Actually, it should have been called ‘Shit-Hole RV Park.’ It was raining and we were tired, so we pulled into the place and discovered that we had to walk a 2 blocks block back across the highway to a motel (a Super 8 – another dump) to check in. Got a ride from some guy who dropped me off out front. Went inside, no one there. Waited 20 minutes. Finally walked over to an adjacent restaurant and asked them where the guy was who runs the motel. They called him and he showed up 10 minutes later, with no apology. So I tell him we want to check into the ‘RV Park’ across the highway. “Forty dolla,” says he, in his middle-eastern accent. “Did you say ’20 dollars?’,” says I. “No, 40 dolla, cash, no discounts,” snarls he. “Not even Good Sam, AARP, AAA, anything?” says I. “No.” says he. “And cash.” says he. So, I paid it, with a mental protest, plotting someway to get even (and I did…) I walked back across the street to find a spot (“Stay anywhere you can find,” said he.) The place was a total Shit Hole, like I said above. A third world country. Dirty. Garbage everywhere. And dog crap (That’s how Charlie and I got even.) It looked like most of the spots were occupied by (fracking) oil workers (there is a major oil boom going on in Texas.) We pulled into a spot, leveled the RV and retreated inside until morning. Took the Glock with us, just in case.
The next morning, we could not get out of there fast enough.
OK, on the road again. Still in Texas and still heading west on The 10. Next stop was Van Horn, a dying West Texas town (somewhat reminiscent of the town in the movie, “The Last Picture Show”) but with a remarkably nice RV Park – clean, friendly and big spaces. And a nice dog run for the dog. We headed out to get diesel for the truck and find a place to eat. Found fuel, but no restaurant.
A day later, STILL in Texas, but FINALLY getting to El Paso and then crossing back into New Mexico. Wahoo! We passed through Las Cruces and stopped in Lordsburg. Now, we usually avoid KOA’s like the plague (they are usually over-priced and under-aesthic’ed), but RV parks in Lordsburg were on the sparse side so we had to opt for this place. I have to admit we were pleasantly surprised. Reasonable rate. Nice size space. Friendly. Clean. OK, we’re happy. Nearby was Kranberries Family Restaurant (when you see ‘Family’ in the name of a restaurant, it also means ‘no beer.’) Dinner was pretty blah, with probably the weirdest nacho’s we have ever had: 50 chips-out-of-a-bag and smothered in at least a gallon of genuine Velveeta. Oh, and 10 pepper slices on top, too. Dee Dee told me to quit bitching about them and lighten up…it’s probably just a local custom, some sort of Tex/Mex thing. But, the employees were, as in the custom almost everywhere in Texas, very friendly.
Back on The 10, headed out of New Mexico, into Arizona. Passed through Benson (where we stayed with our friends Gary and Debbie a couple of months before, on the way East.) On to Tucson, were we first headed to an RV park we found on the Inner-Net (and the Inner-Net never lies – never ever.) Pulled in, drove around, and headed right back out. It was ghetto. Found another place near Old Tucson – Desert Trails RV Park. The owner’s first name was Pericles and he was one terrific guy. They had ONE spot available (it’s still high-season in the desert) and we got it. This was a great place – outside of town in the midst of the Sonoran Desert and very peaceful. Incredible landscapes and scenery. We loved it. While there we had a delightful visit with an old Modesto friend, Carol Lancaster-Mingus, who taught Television classes and was a stellar member of the faculty. Such a great, gracious, lady who showed us around her home town and treated us to an absolutely delightful dinner in a restaurant where we watched the sun set on the Catalina Mountains. Wonderful evening!
After departing the Tucson area, we were on to Mesa, where we checked into a very high-class RV park, called Mesa Spirit, where we stayed for FREE, courtesy of LaMesa RV, in Mesa. Here is the ‘Reader’s Digest’ version of the next part of the story:
We had been talking on-and-off for over a year about possibly trading in our 5th-wheel for a Class A motor home. While on this trip, we started doing lots of research on what we wanted, and once that was done, finding a dealer with the right price. We talked to several in Washington and Oregon, but could not come to terms on either the trade-in value and/or the purchase price. So, we finally settled on LaMesa RV (in Mesa) who gave us a fair deal and treated us well. Plus, it was the end of the RV season for them, so they were unloading inventory. So, on Saturday, March 7, (after closing the deal and spending the night in the LaMesa RV parking lot) we moved from one unit to the other; this was a long, stressful day that almost did us in, as it got very warm in the afternoon. Plus, we had A LOT of stuff.
Our new rig is a Class A 2015 Winnebago Adventurer. We opted for gas instead of diesel. Yes, there are many pro’s and con’s regarding this choice, but we just could not justify the huge additional expense of a diesel pusher. And, as it turns out, we have been very pleased with our choice. It’s a great coach.
After moving all our ‘stuff’ across from the 5th wheel to the Winnie, we drove back to the Mesa Spirit RV Park and stayed another 3 days, once again compliments of LaMesa RV. While we were based here, we headed down to Gilbert to have lunch with an old friend from my ASU graduate school days, Neil Miller, and his wife, Marilyn. They have a great place and we really had a great time…especially seeing all of Neil’s ‘stuff.’ What a collector he is.
I spent the next 2 days about as close to death (and hell) as I ever want to come. Somehow I either got a massive dose of food poisoning, or some kind of really virulent flu. Whatever it was, it really tore me up for 36 hours. Not at all pleasant.
As the ‘disease’ was beginning to wane, we limped back out to Lost Dutchman State Park in Apache Junction. We had stayed there several months before, at the beginning of our trip and enjoyed it so much that we booked in for another 5 days. Here we once again met up with our Prescott buddies, Debbie and Gary. We took in a Mariners/Rockies spring training game out in Peoria (it takes 75 minutes, driving 60 miles an hour on the freeways, to get from Mesa to Peoria…the Phoenix area is huge.) Seattle lost 4-1, but we still had a great time. The Peoria stadium facility is very nice venue (heck, beer is only $7 for a 16 oz. can) and we chatted with lots of folks who come down here mainly to watch the pre-season games. Everybody was having a good time.
Well, just as our last stay (in December) at Lost Dutchman was disrupted by a chronic truck problem, this one was no different. The day after the game, Dee Dee and I were out getting diesel for the pickup (we did not trade this in on new RV) and we got a text message from Gary telling us he was in the hospital. What the heck is this??!! Turns out that about 11 PM the night before he started experiencing some chest pain, so he called the paramedics and they came out to get him. The weird thing is that they were staying right across the road from us and we did not hear a thing! And there was both an ambulance AND a fire truck! So, we head right over to the hospital to see him. He looks good, and is in fine spirits, but they want to do an angiogram to take a look at his heart, so he has to hang out for another day.
The day he was discharged was the same day we had to depart Lost Dutchman State Park and continue heading back home. So, we worked with the Park to get his stay extended for a few hours to allow him time to get ready to leave. We got his RV squared away and left. Turns out that he felt well enough (even after the angiogram) to drive back to Prescott. Debbie followed in their car. (We talked with him the next day and he said he was really tired and pretty sore – felt rode hard and put away dirty.)
Whew. Well, we have not given up on Lost Dutchman…as they say, 3rd time’s a charm…
So, we continue west, stopping at this totally cool RV park right on the river in Needles – Fender’s River Road Resort. We had this HUGE spot with a great view. Once again, we lucked out and got their last spot, due to a recent cancellation. This is on our list of good places to stay if we make a return trip in this direction.
By this time, the ‘free’ 1/2 tank of gas that La Mesa RV had given us was pretty much gone, so we headed out in the truck to find a place to re-fuel. We had heard that gas prices in California were out of line with other states, but imagine our surprise when every gas station in Needles was over $4 per gallon! We mentioned our dismay to our waitress at dinner (Wagon Wheel Restaurant, great place) and she told us to head back across the river into Arizona where it was about $1/gallon less. What a difference a mile can make. Turns out that Needles gas stations (greedy bastards) were an anomaly; the remainder of our gas stops in California were not that far out of line.
Next destination, Bakersfield, at a regular stopping place, the Orange Grove RV Park. We stayed there for a couple of days to cool our jets (we had an absolutely ‘delightful’ meal at Sizzler…don’t ask why we stopped there…just dumb, I guess.)
On to Lodi for 2 more days, where we stayed at this fairly nice, but W-A-Y overpriced place, Flag City RV Park, located near the intersection of Highway 12 and The 5. I guess you could say the best thing about it was the 5 acre fenced dog run; Charlie was in Dog Heaven. Here Bob met up with 2 really old and good friends and golfing buddies from Modesto Daze, Bill Woodard and Juan Alvarez. What a great time we all had playing a round at the Spanos Reserve course. Hard, but fair. Re-kindled many great memories. We also had a great dinner with an old water-skiing-and-drinking buddy, Daryl Verkerk, and his new girl friend, a delightful lady and lots of fun. That was a nostalgic evening of reminiscing about days gone by.
We left Lodi on March 20th and now the ‘end’ is really in sight. Next stop was Yreka at another funky place that we managed to squeeze into (also on our list of places to skip next time…). Then on to Albany, Oregon, for a stay at the Blue Ox RV park, a bit hard to find, and sorta cramped spaces, but adequate…except for no dog run at all.
And then, down the home stretch to Silver Lake, where we finally arrived HOME at noon on Sunday, March 22, after a short 3-hour drive. We made it down the driveway with no problems (I drove the RV all the way back from Mesa, with Dee Dee following in the truck.) We pulled in and let ‘The Boys’ out to finally be able to run free after being pretty much confined for over 4 months. They were pretty pleased about that. The house looked great – just like we had left it. Thanks to our neighbor, Karson, for checking it a couple of times a week and texting us that things looked good, and to our nephew Stacey and his wife, Lynne, who came down once a month to start the vehicles, water the plants and look things over.
So there you have it, folks. The end of our 4-month, 12,000+ mile journey all the way to Key West and back. We stayed at 50 different locations. What a wonderful, memorable time we had. We enjoyed sharing our adventures (and mis-adventures) with all of you and hope you had a good – vicarious – experience. This installment to the blog, Chapter 12, is the last for this trip…but stay tuned. There will be other travel experiences in our not-too-distant future that we will be sharing with you. We have already started the preliminary plans for our next trip, which will probably begin around next November 1. We might even head back to Florida…one never knows…
Following are the ‘Top 46’ most favorite pictures of our journey, since this post was somewhat devoid of visuals (too busy travelling…)
All the best to each of you,
Bob, Dee Dee, Charlie and Marshall Dylan
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Posted on November 28, 2014
This chapter of our blog starts off with our heroes still in Modesto, living the good life, visiting with all our old friends. We had a great time during dinner at Verona’s Restaurant with our old buddies Jim and Linda Johnson, and Steve and Linda Collins. As usual, too much wine (thanks to Steve) and a high dinner bill, but what the hell, right?
Dee Dee spent more time walking old walking places (the ‘Giacomo’s Coffee Circuit’) with her buddy Dorlene. And Charlie-the-dog certainly enjoyed his time away from the RV…poor guy is used to free-roaming on our 7.5 acres at home…now he is confined a lot of the time to about 150 square feet. He is a really patient doggy. More golf with Steve and Big Al out Jack Tone Golf. Bob’s game still sucks, but it’s the camaraderie that’s important…plus winning about $12.
One of the greatest times we have had in a l-o-n-g time was a get-together with a bunch of old, (old) MJC friends on Sunday afternoon. Kim Gyuran and Anne Shanto organized and it was a hoot! It was wonderful to see Kim and Anne, as well as Jim and Linda Johnson, Todd Guy, Eileen Hibbard (Olhson), Wes and Barbie Page, Larry and Muggs Zable, John Chappell, Derek Waring, Steve and Linda Collins and Dorlene Salazar. I got so caught up in visiting with everyone that I neglected to take a single picture. Bad Bob!
We said our good-byes to our good friends Al and Linda Cover, who were gracious enough to allow to once again stay at what we fondly call ‘Big Al’s RV Park and Sheep Ranch.’ As an (important) aside, Al (whose demeanor exudes ‘calm’) has become a community activist in the fight with the (scoundrels) in City of Modesto Government, and the Chamber of Commerce, to annex an area known as Wood Colony. The proposal is to build business parks, a four-lane freeway overpass, etc. (Back in the early 1980’s, this same crap was going on under the guise of ‘re-development’, which destroyed part of the historical heart and soul of downtown Modesto. I was somewhat involved in the fight to stop this, but we lost.)
Wood Colony is a historical agricultural area that he and many other farmers have called ‘home’ for over 100 years. (Al’s family goes back 4 generations, and is not dissimilar to other families in the surrounding area.) And the proposed Wood Colony annexation has not escaped national attention. Al was interview by a New York Times reporter, and his picture was featured as part of the story. (For more on all of this, you can go to here to read the article and see Big Al’s picture.)
We had uneventful drive down the remainder of the Central Valley to Bakersfield, where we stayed at the Orange Grove RV Park. On Tuesday, we made the long drive over to Las Vegas. On the way there, we made our traditional stop at Peggy Sue’s Dinner, on Interstate 15 near Yermo, CA. Always a great time, lots of funky 1950’s stuff to see and great food. And this time, we met and talked to the REAL Peggy Sue! She is a delightful lady – so cordial and friendly. She spent 5 minutes with us and we felt very welcome. So cool!
After leaving Peggy Sue’s Diner, we made the l-o-o-o-n-g pull up The 15 to Las Vegas. At one point our fuel consumption indicator was registering under 5 MPG. By the time we rolled in, we are sucking fumes.
We had originally planned to stay at the Main Street Station RV Park, near Fremont Street, but at the last-minute changed our plans and headed for Sam’s Town, near Henderson. We figured we had seen Fremont Street enough, and the RV park is pretty tight, not to mention the 3 block walk to Fremont Street, which can be somewhat scary at night. And, a pretty crappy dog run as well. Charlie was not happy when we stayed there.
We have stayed at Sam’s Town at least 6 times in the past. The RV park is about ½ block from the casino, which is pretty nice, with lots to see and do (indoor waterfall, movie theatres, liberal slots and plenty of blackjack tables.) However, we discovered things had changed since our last visit. KOA had recently taken over management of both the transient (near the casino) and the long-term (not near the casino) parks. In the past, transient travelers (like us) could not stay in the long-term park. But, since KOA took over, they started putting transients in the long-term park…which is pretty much like a ghetto and a long walk, crossing a very busy 6-lane street (Flamingo) to get to the far side of the casino.
You guessed it…they stuck us in the ghetto. It was bad. After registering several (very vociferous) complaints with the office staff (all of whom were new and not at all well-trained), we finally got moved back into the park where we had always stayed in the past. But it took some doing, and only after we were pretty much forced to stay in the crappy park for one night. What did we learn? ASK where you are going to be when you make a reservation; NORTH = BAD, SOUTH = GOOD. On the good side, KOA has done a nice job in cleaning up the park, they are very friendly and they did not crank up the rates (yet.)
We got some good deals for breakfast and lunch in the excellent buffet, gambled (up at the slots, down at the tables, for break even.) We went to see ‘Gone Girl.’ Without giving away the ending, if you see it (which we recommend), get ready for twists and turns and a weird ending.
We headed down to Lake Mead one day to take Charlie swimming and wear him out. The poor guy has been very patient. Marshall Dylan enjoyed walk along the lake shore. As expected, the level of the lake is pretty low – further down than we have ever seen it in the years we have been going there.
Several months ago we got tickets to see ‘Rock of Ages,’ an 80’s-era musical playing at the Venetian. Thanksgiving night found us at the show. WOW! HOLY CRAP, BATMAN!! Our seats were not bad; (ahem…) 4th row center. You could almost touch the stage. And the music brought back memories (…at least what we can remember…) of the ‘80’s: Styx, Bon Jovi, Whitesnake, Journey, Pat Benetar, Twisted Sister, Steve Perry, Poison and Grace Slick (Jefferson Airplane/Starship.) High energy, incredible backup band (featuring some of the original members of Whitesnake). Great choreography. The last trip through Las Vegas we saw ‘Jersey Boys’ and were blown away. Well, ‘Rock of Ages’ topped that! This is a show that will get you totally jazzed – not to be missed if you get to Las Vegas.
Oh yeah. Almost forgot to mention our Thanksgiving dinner before the show at a restaurant called the ‘Public House,’ inside the Venetian. It was billed to feature a huge variety of beers. (The beer list was given to you on an iPad…pretty cool.) But, prices were $10-$15/glass; as a benchmark, they wanted $10 for a 12 oz. Heineken. We opted for the house wine with dinner…$54/bottle. The turkey dinners were actually pretty good, $28, and about the cheapest thing on the menu (except $20 for a hamburger.) Oh well, it’s only $$$ and you only live once, right?
We are in Las Vegas for a couple of more days (with maybe one day of golf), and then we head to one of our most favorite places, Death Valley, where we have been many, many times before. (We worked 3 months for the National Park Service as Campground Hosts, back in 2010.) There may be at least a week-long void in the blog, unless we can find Wi-Fi in Furnace Creek.
Stay tuned for the next exciting installment.
Category: Photographic Adventures, Travelling To Florida, Uncategorized Tagged: Al Cover, Beer, Buffet, Casino, City of Modesto, Dorlene, Dylan, Fremont Street, gambling, Gauvreau, golf, Jack Tone Golf, Lake Mead, Landscape, Las Vegas, Modesto, Modesto Junior College, Peggy Sue, Peggy Sue's Diner, Photographs, Photography, Rock of Ages, Sam's Town, sheep, slot machines, Whitesnake, Wood Colony
Posted on November 22, 2014
The beginning of installment #2 of documenting our travels to Florida (and back…) finds us in Florence, Oregon. After getting settled into our campground, about 7 miles north of town, we headed in to fuel our truck and us. First stop was Mo’s – a restaurant that sits right on the Siuslaw River and near the beginning of the expansive Oregon Dunes area. We had been here a couple of times before so pretty much knew what to expect. We did take a bit of a risk; the last time we ate here the food sucked (clam fritters that were more filler than clam.) But, this time dinner was actually pretty good. Seating is essentially a bunch of picnic tables and (hard) wooden benches. Dinner was pretty good – and the clam chowder was excellent. The fish tacos were pretty good, at least by Oregon/Mexican food standards. Not exactly like traditional fish tacos, but close enough.
Next, we headed off to the Safeway gas station to top off our tank and use our Rewards Points to get a 20-cent-per-gallon discount. As I was BS-ing with the gas-pumper-guy, he asked me if I REALLY wanted to use bio-diesel which, according to him, was regular diesel cut with 15% used restaurant cooking oil – the discards of the stuff used to make things like French fry’s. He said that they had received numerous customer complaints about loss of power, diminished mileage and clogged fuel filters (which in our truck cost about $100 to replace – parts and labor.) He actually suggested we go down the road to Fred Meyer and get some ‘real’ dieseI – for 2 cents less per gallon (before our discount.) But, we took a risk and had him top off the tank to the tune of adding only about 10 gallons.
Turns out his observations seemed to be correct. The next day as we headed back inland to Seven Feather, near Canyonville, I noticed a slight decrease in pulling power up hills, as well as about a 10-15% decrease in mileage. So, we learned something…no more bio-diesel for us. In the future, we will be careful to use only ULSD (ultra low sulfur diesel). As a footnote, after we filled up again at Seven Feathers, things seem to return to normal. Lesson learned.
We decided to have dinner at the Seven Feathers Casino (I made enough at the tables earlier to pay for it.) Everything seemed OK – until about 1 AM when I awoke from a very weird dream with severe stomach cramps. I spent most of the remainder of the night/early morning in the head. (Dee Dee was fine, probably because she had a different dinner than I did.)
Next stop was about 260 miles down The Five freeway to Corning, CA, to the Rolling Hills Casino. On the way there we crested the Siskiyou Summit and battled high cross-winds from Yreka to Weed. Made for some tense driving. Friends had told up about the campground there (at Rolling Hills) and said it was a pretty good deal. Turned out to be excellent advice. Friendly staff, inexpensive ($28) and well maintained. Only issue happened that evening – after dark – when I was out walking Charlie on the perimeter of the park, where there was a lot of open space. It was raining, and he was running off-leash. This woman who was walking down the road (let’s call her ‘The Dog Nazi’) started giving me a load of crap. “That dog is supposed to be on a leash!” I restrained myself and did not say everything I felt like saying, but still got my point across to her regarding what I felt about her remarks. She walked away mumbling. At first I thought she was a campground employee, but it turns out she was just a nosey, busy-body who was just staying the night.
We are now in Modesto, after surviving the ‘highway construction gauntlet’ between North Stockton and Modesto – what a mess, and fairly stressful when you are pulling a 5th-wheel, competing with big-ass semi-trucks for road space. We are lucky to have Al and Linda Cover as good friends; we are staying at their place in the country…we call it ‘Big Al’s Sheep Ranch and Campground.’
Having a great time visiting many old friends, playing golf and reminiscing about ‘the good old days.’ I really was disappointed not being able to see my really good buddy, Bill, who has been quite ill as of late.
It has been pretty much non-stop stuff-to-do since we got here, and a lot of fun. We really miss living in this great, friendly, community. It’s amazing how Modesto has grown – from under 55,000 when we moved here in 1974 to over 203,000 today. The sprawl is incredible. And the College (MJC) has also experienced explosive growth, with many new facilities since I left in 2002. The West Campus in particular has grown by leaps and bounds. Dee Dee has really enjoyed seeing the several folks she worked with at the Frito Lay plant, and hanging out with her buddy, Dorlene.
(There are a few more things to relate about Modesto, but I will include those in the next installment, as this one is starting to get pretty wordy.)
We are here for a couple of more days, then we will be heading off to Bakersfield, Dagget (where there is a free catch-and-release pond in the campground) and then Las Vegas, where we will be for 4 days, over Thanksgiving, staying near Fremont Street – our favorite Las Vegas place-to-be.
But that’s the next installment…