Strange Things are Afoot
Indio, California: Not at the
this time, but at the Motorcoach Country Club. We have had thunder. Lightning.
Rain. Black Clouds... and a wholotta girls in bikinis and cowboy boots -
it is StageCoach
weekend in the Coachella Valley.
Our resort is basically next-door to the festival, but because we are a
"motorcoach only" facility, MCC is not always the first choice for the Coachella
Music Festival crowd. However... the country music lovers seem to travel in
fancy motorhomes and about 50 renters have encamped to our resort for the country music festival
One Funny Story: Dave had returned to our motorhome after his jog this morning
(I was still out pounding the pavement) when - strange things were afoot
- and Dave heard someone at the door asking: if we would like to buy a
ticket to the Stagecoach Music Festival? DT went outside to speak to two young weekend renters
on our doorstep. Dave politely explained that we did not require/need/want
tickets to the country music festival and the guys were completely dumbfounded.
They did not understand why Dave would not want tickets to a country music
festival when we clearly plaster "Country Coach" on our motorhome mud
I can't make this stuff up.
Anyhoo... that is the least interesting thing that has happened around
here. Neighbors Colleen and Rick were ready to head back to Calgary a
few days ago (we all said goodbye... tears... kisses), except - strange
things were afoot. When they went to leave, their slide rooms would not come
in. Repair people and technicians later (new batteries may be required)... and they are still here. Fine with us,
but apparently they want to get back to Canada for the birth of their first
Another neighbor, Fellow Oregonians (albeit, Beavers) and Country Coach
owners, were set to leave - when strange things were afoot - and they
need a new relay switch for their inverter. We happened to have a spare
relay switch on board - but would you even believe it was not the exact relay switch
they needed? Even when we try to help a Beaver, it doesn't work out.
Nothing strange is afoot behind our bus. Neighbors are
building a future-beautiful enclosed (air conditioned)
shade pavilion and casita. There was one vibrating
morning of jack-hammering, but now things have
quieted-down to a dull roar. By the time we return next fall, the
street will be so changed. Nice!
Anyone need tomatoes?
Our three (very different) tomato plants are exploding. The Roma tomato bush (from last
year) still gives us 3-4 tomatoes a week. The early-something gives us
3-4 tomatoes a week, but they are splitting at the top. The fruit inside is
gorgeous, sweet and delicious - but I will stick to pretty roma from now on. Roma
tomatoes seem to love the desert.
Can't really give an opinion on the third variety - a cherry tomato - since
the main stem (loaded with fruit and flowers) broke off during a wind storm
several weeks ago. Captain Jim and Mary have been harvesting cherry tomatoes
from their (better protected) plant for a week or so). Our cherry tomato is
again heavy with fruit, so hopefully we will harvest before we hit the highway
north to Oregon.
Tulips from Lois - and a fellow duck visiting DT
Dave and I cooked last night for our neighbor, Lois. I
made (dinner-party-easy from the Barefoot Contessa)
Mustard Roasted Fish (we used frozen wild-caught cod
Poor Lois was a Guinea Pig. We tested a recipe printed
this week in The New York Times
seared endive, served with a gremolata. You
would be so very proud of me - the recipe called for
chopped walnuts and walnut oil and I (Oregonian!) used
chopped hazelnuts and hazelnut oil.
Try this. Really different.
This afternoon, we went to lunch with Captain Jim and Mary to a
Vietnamese beef noodle soup (pho) joint,
Pho Vu in La Quinta. After trying my
Taiwanese beef noodle soup last week, I think we have
two new converts! Noodle soup rules!
Mary and I had the brisket pho
Dave and I need a grandbaby-fix, so will be avoiding the
Stagecoach Country Music Festival and will head over to El
Lay for the weekend.
Can't imagine why.
Nothing strange is ever afoot in Los Angeles.
Until my next update, I remain, your strange correspondent.
RV PARK: The
Motorcoach Country Club
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