My daughter was multitasking as she walked beside my mother, because just as she was saying goodbye to us, her phone rang and it was the delivery of her new refrigerator. She had the delivery guys wait at her house while she finished "spot" walking my mother to the motorhome. (That's what the black belt around her waist is.)
That same week, my son and a co-worker, got all six of my solar panels attached to the top of the motorhome, and my son wired in the system. I'm so grateful my son is ever ready and lovingly helps me with these big projects.
I finished taping down the last of the cords to the solar panels. Pictured is the last piece of special bond tape to get sealed. My system has 3 deep cell batteries. I rarely need to use the generator.
Other "free" parking spots included truck stops in small towns where no one else was parked near us and via a phone ap that led us to a residential street off of a street called 37 & 3/10 road. One night we had to pay a $15 fee to park at a very busy truck stop. Campgrounds are booked, so they aren't an option. In California, campgrounds are booked for months in advance or they're closed due to COVID.
Coop is my reluctant co-captain. It's taking time for him to adjust to all the new sounds that motorhomes make. Sometimes I think earplugs would do us both some good. My mother listens to her books on audio between our chats.
The Baker Archaeological Site, also known as Baker Village, contains the remains of a Fremont Indian village. It was occupied from approximately 1220 to 1295 AD.
The Fremont lived in this well planned community of several small pit houses and granaries, surrounding a main big house, and practiced a form of agriculture.
How I've missed it. And how I love the extra bit of humidity.
I already clipped the long bar of my awning on a light post at a grocery parking lot and broke it off the base by pulling out from a curb too quickly. I used the special bond tape (like duct tape to the 100th power) to reattach it, and fortunately it's holding.
I changed the route on my directions to what I thought was a more scenic route this morning after leaving the rest stop to get to a small grocery market in Sausalito. Big mistake. Turned out to be a very tiny road. There wasn't room for two normal size vehicles to pass each other, much less a motorhome. The road wound up and down through quiet neighborhoods with sharp turns and switchbacks.
Last night's drive through San Francisco to Sausalito took me through the most bizarre construction area with narrow lanes and abrupt closures. Hard to describe, but it was nightmarish. I kept missing my turns and needed to be rerouted.
Quite the steep learning curve going on here. More on that another time. And finding places to park for the day or night is a constant challenge. COVID has really complicated things. But I could be stuck in a house in the city with snow coming while doing and seeing very little. So there's that. I'll take these experiences even if they come with exhaustion. For now. More pics to come and more stuff to tell, but it'll keep for another post.