Red Bluff RV Park
Red Bluff, California: A very uneventful
day. (That is good.) We left home before 9 a.m. and drove south on I-5. Even
though Snickers is with us, we only stopped 3 times all day and we drove 454
miles! (Oops! I meant to write: DT drove 454 miles.) It was very cold all
day and we had the furnace roaring. Just as it was getting dark, we pulled
into the oh-so-lovely Red Bluff RV Park, conveniently located just off the
freeway. A nice dinner (prepared ahead of time) of baked potato gratin,
tossed salad and garlic bread - eaten in front of the tube watching the very
exciting Duke v. UNC game on the satellite.
RV Park:
Red Bluff RV Park
2 February 2001 | Bakersfield, California: Shabbat Shalom from near
Bakersfield, California. Our day did NOT look to be an uneventful day as the
BC2 was dead in the morning. I have no idea what I left on, left open...
whatever... but the battery had drained! Luckily, in every campground there
are row upon row of friendly men with all sorts of tools and jumper cables.
A retired veterinarian from Mt. Vernon, Washington got the BCBC up and
running and we left Red Bluff about 30 minutes behind schedule.
The rest of the day was thankfully uneventful. It was not as cold today;
actual sun (bright orb in sky unknown to Oregonians in the winter) came
through the windows to warm us up. We are listening to John Glenn read his
book "A Memoir". I wasn't very excited about it, but chose it at the new
rental place near Murrayhill, thinking DT would really enjoy it after our
recent visit to NASA. I am hooked! Glenn is so interesting and his story is
fascinating! He had me laughing and crying all afternoon. I feel bad,
leaving him orbiting the earth in the Mercury Rocket, Friendship 7,
overnight while we enjoy a quiet evening here outside of Bakersfield.
Tonight we are dining on another meal I made at home ahead of time: spinach
lasagna, tomato salad, Challah and nice wines. I have to fuel my driver!
Tomorrow we have 250 miles to Las Vegas!
Ahem... excuse me... this is Snickers speaking. I hate
going in the camper. But I hate being away from the people I own more... so
I suffer through these trips. The only good thing (besides being with my
favorite people) is that the Alpha Male gives me lots of doggie biscuits,
and at about daybreak I sneak up on their bed for a few minutes. A few times
a day, we stop at a freeway rest stop and I am lead around on a leash and
the lady expects me to "go baffroom" in disgusting areas where other people
owned by strange dogs do not clean-up after their dogs. Some dogs should
choose better people. That's all for now.
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