Coastal Washington has been a bit cold and dreary this week, but we enjoy staying in place for one full week here.  It has been a lot of miles since starting in the middle of March. 

We have abandoned California and arrived in the Pacific Northwest.  Leaving the redwoods in the Crescent City CA area was difficult, but the sharp green hills and rugged coastline of western Oregon are very welcoming.  

We have abandoned California and arrived in the Pacific Northwest.  Leaving the redwoods in the Crescent City CA area was difficult, but the sharp green hills and rugged coastline of western Oregon are very welcoming.  

Each journey has its highs and lows.  A high for us was San Francisco that offered us great weather, urban excitement, and our son, the reason for this Western jaunt.Leaving, our GPS (Magellen - nicknamed Maggie by us) led us astray.  I have heard the GPS called "generally poisinous snake" and it turned on us is San Fran.  We were to take the long way to the Point Reyes area, but as we were leaving the RV park a neigbor encouraged us to take the Golden Gate.  He said route 101 was fine through town and there was no toll northbound.  It would save us an hou

We relax for a bit on this lovely day in Alex's apartment in the Hayes Valley neighborhood of San Francisco.  The boy is bicycling with friends about this hilly town.  We met him early this morning, and he took us on a trolly (not the trolly) to the Ferry Building Farmers' Market.  Returning to this neighborhood he brought us to sample a fine coffee and treats at a delicatessen.  These made a fine lunch. 

So, we found the California Gnatcatcher, an irritating little bird that has caused southern California developers nightmares.  A little gray bird with a cute mew of a call, it inhabits the coastal scrub habitat of the California coast from near the tip of the Baja Peninsula to just north of Los Angeles.  It's "critical habitat" is on the coastal hillsides that make such fine property for building one's twenty million dollar house.  Oh we

The problem with the climate here is that it is so good that people notice imperfections in the weather.  They complain, "It was 62 degrees at dawn instead of 65." or "There was a mist over the harbor in the morning obscuring the veiw of the island." or "It rained almost too much this month for the cacti in the garden."  Too many such problems might endanger the view that the climate here is too perfect.  As an outsider, I must concede that the climate is not too perfect, it is only perfect.

Greetings all.  Posting this blog live will avoid creating the giberish text that seems always to show up when I paste from MS Word.  Here we have Internet, at least at the RV Park office.  We arrived here within sight of Las Vegas yesterday after a two-day drive from Albuquerque.  Yesterday morning we awoke in a park just outside Winslow AZ.  We woke up early on Mountain Daylight Time, but Arizona does not use Daylight time, so we were on the road while most of Arizona slept.  Coming through town we had to stop at the "Standing on the Corner" Park.

We are more precisely about five miles east of the town made famous by popular music at the park next to the reservoir.  Camping here is literally dry.  There is no potable water, but there are about a dozen paved sites with picnic tables and grills.  There is a restroom, but a notice states that the water is not potable.  The fee is zero dollars.  This fee and the lovely view of the high desert and the red rock lined lake belo

Weather forecasted for Colorado having changed our plans, we steered southwest from Elkhart KS yesterday across the Oklahoma panhandle and a corner of Texas before reaching the state of New Mexico.  Along the way we saw our first Chihuahuan Ravens of the year.  The strong wind that fought us all the way served to expose the white base of one of these black bird’s feathers, confirming the identification.  Otherwise, except for their voice, they are scarcely different from the Common Raven.&n