Over the California Border
Corning, California: No conference
calls today, but we had a long day of driving (for us - 275 miles), so entered the
interstate at 10 o'clock sharp.
Happily no excitement on our drive over the mountain passes and curvy roads
around Lake Shasta. Our usual route; our usual over-night stops. No wind. Clear
skies. No snow. Temperatures above freezing. The agent at the California Agricultural Station wasn't too
interested in the produce we had in our refrigerator and waved us
through... which means avocados (grown in California, purchased in Oregon) for
our salad tonight.
We stopped at a rest area for lunch (left over butternut squash soup) and
snapped this photo of a very snowy (FINALLY) Mt. Shasta:
There was a moment when we pulled into the check-in area at
Hills Casino RV Park - only to see a "CAMPGROUND FULL" sign. Oops. We have never, ever,
made a reservation here. This park is really large. All sites are pull-through.
It used to have a kiosk (like in a parking garage) where campers put in a credit
card and out popped a $25 parking stub, and you could occupy any open site. The
sites were not even numbered. Now there is a check-in desk, sites are numbered
and the price has risen to $28 - still a very good deal for full-service 50 amp
service (though no cable, wifi or laundry room, and you have to go to the nearby
truck stop if you want to use a bath house). Of course, there is a van cruising through the campground to schlep
patrons up to the casino for gaming or dining. Never mind, it is a perfect
So, as we pulled-in and saw the "CAMPGROUND FULL" sign, My Driver casually
mentioned he had made a reservation last week. What? He rarely takes on this
chore, but happy he did. Dave said because it was a weekend, he wanted to be
safe, not sorry. My Knight in Shining Armor - because the RV checking-in ahead
of us was ushered over to the dry-camping area... and my radiant floor heaters
really like 50 amp service.
All afternoon during our drive, we were trying to find information on the
cross country meet, the IAAF meeting (Russia
track team suspendes!) and then, horribly, terrible news about violent
attacks in Paris. Our satellite radio did not seem to be working (repaired now;
it only needed a signal refresh),
but with twitter, CNN and BBC apps on my phone, we were able to keep
informed. Such very sad news from France.
Our menu tonight featured enchiladas. Homemade (at home),
thawed, covered with (canned, don't tell) enchilada sauce, cheese sprinkled over
and baked. And, may I add, over-baked? Dang. A little too brown on top. Maybe
not so pretty, but super delicious. Topped with sliced olives as a garnish.
Sorry shuttle bus.
No casino buffet for The Taylors (again) tonight.
Until my next update, I remain, your "Praying for France" correspondent.
RV PARK: Rolling
Hills Casino RV Park
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