Our last couple of days in Santa Rosa were spent taking the Gladiator on his very first trip to the bowling alley and picking up some more baseball stuff at the going out of business Sports Authority. Then it was southbound and down for our 3 month stay in the central coast area.
We still needed to kill a few days before we had to be in Atascadero, so we stopped short and stayed at the Yanks RV Resort in Greenfield, just south of Soledad. This is a brand new park and very nice. Concrete sites, clubhouse, pool/spa, exercise room, laundry, and very friendly staff. The only problem is the location is kinda out in the middle of nowhere and the price was the normal California steep ($55 per night). And the proof that Murphy’s Laws are in full force, we arrived in time for California to be in the process of burning down for the second year in a row. The Big Sur fire had just begun and the smoke was thick coming over the mountains into the valley. The fire continued to burn during our entire stay here at Yanks, putting a damper on any hopes to breath clean air any time soon. Trying to make the best of it, we attempted to visit Pinnacles National Park for some hiking. Upon our arrival at 10:00 a.m. the temperature was 95 and climbing. So much for hiking…Too hot inland, well then, go to the coast. We took a spin out to Carmel and found the smoke there too. We walked the downtown area and checked out the beach, but overcast skies with a little added smoke kinda killed the mood.
Our stay at Yanks at an end, it was off to the Santa Margarita KOA for at least the month of August. The timing was such that with the Mid State Fair happening in Paso Robles, the KOA was the only place that had a site available for long term. Otherwise, we would never stay there due to the barren nature of their location and their exorbitant prices.
With a few days to burn before we began our babysitting duties, we relaxed and got familiarized with baby Hailey’s routines and mannerisms. Crissy and Chad took us out to the Pomar Junction Vineyard & Winery where they are club members. This is a nice local winery that has picnic tables set up in the yard for you to taste wine and have snacks. They bring you several of their wines for tasting, and give a little narrative about them. Me, I’m a heathen as far as wine connoisseurs go…I wouldn’t know the difference between a cabernet and a sauvignon. But Crissy packed a nice snack assortment and we had a good time at the winery. (VIEWER ALERT! You are about to be bombarded with photos of our granddaughter Hailey. If you are fresh out of “oohs and aahs”, you can scroll past!).
As we started our “work week”, it quickly became clear Hailey was well set on her schedule and she is a very good baby. During nap times we found lots of opportunity to practice our long-lost art of yard work by helping Chad and Crissy out on some minor yard projects. When awake, Hailey loved taking walks, either by stroller or by shoulder harness. All in all, our days are full as we play in a real house. It’s been almost 4 years since we knew what a house looked like, we’ve been on the road that long already. Time flies!
On our first weekend we made a run out to Pismo Beach to escape some of the triple digit heat. It was overcast but very busy, especially with what seemed like an army of young tech geeks running around with their eyes focused on their cell phones, doing that Pokemon Go thing. It seems there was some type of critter located near the pier. This is the future of our society?! God help us!
We also paid a visit to the Pozo Saloon.This is a hole-in-the-wall ancient bar left over from the late 1800’s, about 20 miles south of Santa Margarita. They are now a venue for musical concerts which are staged behind the saloon, with some fairly famous acts having appeared here over the years (Willie Nelson, Merle Haggard, 38 Special, Ted Nugent, Lynrd Skynrd just to name a few of the normal groups). I had heard of the “famous” Pozo Saloon martini and thought we should at least try it. Not impressed, I have to say. You order your beer, they serve it in a mason jar, throw 3 martini olives into it and call it a martini. It felt like the Pozo Saloon was trying to emulate Luckenbach, Texas, which is another hole-in-the-wall bar behind a post office that is a much larger concert venue. But still, Pozo was quaint…
Well, “doo-dee” calls, it sounds like Hailey just blew out another diaper. Catch us on the next post…