Flaming rolls of toilet paper.

This all starts with the continued trials and tribulations of propane procurement with the attached tank scenario that I have on my current rv. I’m also surprised with the number of things that really require propane when no other energy source is available besides batteries.

My day Started with a long list of town tasks propane first on the list. Wow first stop closest walmart, propane fill up and cheep gas. On the right track. The cashier of course could not help with the propane so waiting for manager who slowly comes from the back and as if a contest to walk as slow as possible we make our way to the rig only for him to finally get to his long winded point that his nozzle is broken and nearly took his head off last time so nope and no idea where else you can get it as he like know one ever is from around where he works. Fine next gas was cheaper and hopefully propane… NO.. No they didn’t and even the actual propane station does it at all locations but the one 5 miles on down the already 10 miles out of the way excursion to finally end up at a Uhaul on the other side of town past the aldis I didn’t know they have.

So propane guy at Uhaul starts everything up and can’t seem to get any more than a half pound in. He explains it could be my tank, his hose, his nozzle, he doesn’t know. Sorry. Oh no. I am getting some propane. I show him some propane went in by lighting the burner.

Fine. He investigates the nozzle and notices a small piece of plastic. After a screw driver, a skewer, a cork screw and anything else I could find rummaging around my rv, he is able to remove the plastic, hook the nozzle and get the propane flowing. High fives we are finally getting somewhere and it’s only 3, ughhh. Day is mostly over but we got gas and propane. On to aldis for groceries then laundry then home. We are golden.

About 10 miles back I hit aldis. Taking my time got almost everything on my list including the biggest best value on toilet paper. I check out get no bags or boxes, you know if you have been to aldis. At the rv I just start throwing the groceries in, then I start putting stuff away. TP on stove and cans in the can compartment, tink, tink what is that smell, Fuck is that smoke. Oh my fucking god the fucking toilet paper is on fire smoking the place to high hell no water fucking water the pump is broken so with one hand I manage to get the door open and kick the flaming rolls of toilet paper into the aldis parking lot. I was super thankful no one was parked beside me.

Red Hill, things are getting real

Down one of those roads I don’t go down, pot holes, rough road, mud, dirt and narrow and no way to turn around until your at the end.

Slow and steady I plod along as trucks and sadans pass me right and left.

Then the left hand turn where the other cars and trucks go straight but I’m turning. This would be my out, but wide turn and go back where you came, but no. Curiosity has got me and I’m going.

I’m not sure if this is the end of the beginning of something huge. Dilapidated old ranger truck, tables, life guard chairs, roads and swimming pool, but at the same time surprisingly well maintained camping spots. The boat ramp is now about a mile from the water and the land is being irrigated and farmed.

The hill itself is very interesting, I am even hearing there is an old volcano in the area?!? Some of the rock is black but most is red with salt ash. The whole area felt very unstable.

Bat cave morning

Instructions a couple miles past the state park pull off at the cell tower walk across 111 over two sets of train tracks and a mile straight across the desert. No one else is parked and the cell tower barely had enough room for a car let alone my rv, but there was something a little past that what could be a turn off. Now for the walk off into the desert and totally worth it!! Caves, rocks, cliff edges and of course caves! Tunnels, rooms and holes so much fun to investigate. Feels like a super cool playground only for the cool kids.

Welcome to the desert!!

Wow what a difference a mountain range makes! As I came out of San Diego city into San Diego County we switch to high elevation. The campground was at 2700. To the west the mountains were plush, green and vibrant the mountains to the east are less dense with more jagged rocks and more sand than trees. A storm rolling over the mountains cover the tops with clouds and dense fog.

The morning is quickly becoming afternoon and I decide to run to warmer elevation.

A winding drive through amazing terrain. Coming up on a bunch of cars near a huge pull off we spot a herd of desert big horn sheep. So fun!! I love spotting wild animals.

Near anzo-borrego dessert the trails start popping up one right after another and then the boondocking is on all sides up on the hills off In the distance and right off the road. I need to replenish my supplies before anymore of that, so on to the salton sea.

Final stop for the south west coast

On the road early after a night in Wal-Mart. My first adventure is this trail that goes along the old highway 1 bridge. Found a mimosas trees, one of my favorite!!

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Ventura was the last real area to be able to just pull off the highway for access to the coast.

Ater that tons of construction. Many of the parking lots that I used when I used to live here were dilapidated with no entry at all. Areas with out no parking signs are often crowded, super uneven, right on the highway, or a huge drop off to the shoulder. When I lived there I knew exactly where all the spots were and would be able to slow down for them.

The beaches weren’t even all that spectacular and the traffic in the little towns becomes almost unbearable.

I found a rest stop just north of San Diego on the 5. It’s the only rest stop in quite a while on all highways and it was crowded!

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he bottom of the country is way different then the top. The closer I get to the end of the 1 and even the 5 the more concerned I get about being able to turn around. I’m not that inclined to go over the border. Most times I have gone into an area in South Cal its been quite the maneuvering experience to navigate back out and often I don’t even try.

Exit 7, 6, 5 how close am I gonna go… Imperial beach. Let’s check it out.

I am immediately met with a no parking vehicles over 6 ft tall on public blah blah blah. I did however find an amazing bird sanctuary that borders San Diego. Easily parked, biked around the sanctuary and really enjoyed the last little bit of the southern western mostest I’m gonna go 😉

Franklin Springs, a place to soak

After my hike in big sur and my most enjoyable time watching the largest rookery of elephant seals during their early spring mating and birthing season. Hundreds of squaking, talking, yelling, hooping and hollering Seals I thought I was walking up on a party and it was a seal party. They wiggle and jiggle across the sand. Napping along the way, nursing pups and wresting males.

Sun has set and I need to quickly find a place for the night and a realize I’m also in hot spring country!!! Franklin Springs about 45 minutes away seemed like just the ticket. Up and over the canyon roads I remember from this area. Through a brand spanking new town to a eccentric old school hippie hot mineral spring!

The second night around the fire is when you learn the real story, or the story told as real.

Third generation still owns the land grand pa bought to try to find oil, he found hot water instead. He was 70. He was old, arthritic, grouchy and miserable till the day he fell in the water.

Next day he stated building a pool to contain the water from the gushing geyser. The pool was built to let the water spill off into what is now a large pond big enough for skis. There is also talk of relation to Ben Franklin and any other Franklin before the fire ends. Before long after the completion of the hot tubs and pool, people come from all around to soak in the magic mineral hot spring that cured cranking old Mr Franklin.

First side road all nighter with questionable legality…

Super excited my day ended just before the last 13 miles or so of big sur on a pull off for the handful of national hikes that I luckily happened onto after having just had finally a super enjoyable stretch of the 1.

I just made my dinner, have no service, no radio stations, no tv, no nothing, but the ocean waves crashing down blow the clifs and frogs, crickets and owls bring rhythm to the night.

My day Started in a Wal-Mart at 6 am ready to hit the sunrise at marina beach state park. I guess 6 am was a little early for the gate guy, also ended up being a good thing. With no traffic I U’ed it around to 6 nice parallel parking spots right in front of the park and the on ramp to 1 South. Time to make coffee.

Coffee, phone, and binoculars I stumbled on a cute dune path to the far south side of the beach and all smiles walk back down the beach. I think I was literally singing all day.

Met a Fisher boy right away on the beach and quick hello. Next a longer conversation with another fella, then a quick good morning with another smiling woman just starting her walk and finally for marina beach casual conversation the park employee with great info about what lies ahead.

Still early and I’m on my way to spot two. Pulled off and completely rearranged my house. When the moment strikes and you have such an amazing view.

On the road again, I got a bunch of the California sweet only to encounter her sour which is the condition of route 1. Can’t blame anyone the sea wants the sand back and it’s under the road.

I caught what I will now refer to as my road eddie. A pull off just before the cute town that up till now I have only gotten to drive through after missing some parking and then there not being anymore and the town is in rearview.

Adorable!!! Big sir bus cafe. An old stop back in the day, but it has had a fire, a flood, a road wash out and now new owners. All the old artists are gone but the guys painting the old bus, a published illustrator, and the gallery artist. Chatted it up with the illustrator, and the gallery artist, both amazing and we traded art for trinket. Enjoyed an ice cream with another happy musician artist and also finally said hi to the Canadian guys who rented two mustangs in L.A. to drive the 1. I ran into them on my pull off once before then passed them two or three times videoing each other. Fun. Everyone today was just so fun.

As I grip through the last half of the 1 through big sir I see another pull off and again working out today for a ravine climb and hike to cliff top for the sunset. Halfway over to the cliff I meet the national parks worker who told me of the hike on the other side of the road. 13 miles total, but only 2.5 to the dead pine trees is maintained. I asked if its worth it to do it. He said absolutely. On his word he wouldn’t say anything I can stay in the pull off for the night, he can’t speak for the cpd but I’m taking my chances.

Third times a charm… Golden gate Bridge.

Not exactly a charm, but unforgettable for me and maybe for some folks paying attention.

We love Google maps, but when you make a mistake there isn’t exactly anything your gonna do with a 26 foot long 12 and half foot tall vehicle when you realize your doing it wrong… .. ..

After the wonders of the end of the first segment of the 1 South bound prior to San Francisco I had directions to an over nighter rest stop with a view of the good ole golden gate Bridge. Big, huge, ginormous mistake. It was the north bound rest stop. And probably one of the biggest tourist attractions in the US on a Saturday morning about 11 am with an apparent bike a thon I tried not to slaughter during various segments with me down the 1 and across the bridge. At least the bridge had a bike lane.

Get off on ext 4.. Something, basically the next exit off the bridge after the toll and right past $5 parking to the left back on 1 over the bridge north bound.. Wait… No…. Fine. Enjoy it. It’s the golden gate Bridge. Now it says take exit. No number just exit. Somehow there was a space. Actually 4 at the end of the parking just before you leave across from the bus parking/no rv parking and I could even leave room to get out. It was free parking. And the connection point to walk across the bridge. You go on the south bound side for bikes. Im almost an expert on it now. ;).

Getting back around was thankfully easy. Don’t even have to merge just follow right off and on the exit under the tunnel? I know I there are tunnels everywhere too. Back over bridge and through toll. You don’t stop, so the bill I guess is coming. I’m a little scared. At least parking was free. Sniker.

Sad thing is the bridge is not gold or particularly petty and the view from this direction was terrible. It’s bouncy going over, too. Biking over might have been fun, but not on a Saturday.

Found gas for a reasonable price down the road, so that’s plugged in the map and ready. Take exit 4… What, no, Damn.. I’m not going back over that bridge again, so in a panic against my maps wishes I went straight. Mistake number 3… 4 lost track. I’m barely hanging on as I navigate Lombard, I think, along the bay past tons of go right, go right, no truck, stay out, finally make a right navigate an even tighter road with cars parking angled out to fit more cars, but car butts at varying lengths, yeah.

Finally 1 south straight head, don’t do anything just straight, yes!!

Next 12 miles to the gas station on Kelly rd and the 1. Tiny place on a corner with a light. I had to go around the block the come in from the other direction and hope the two filling were leaving and no one else had turned in, took way longer to turn around with a school and more cars parked at angles and no truck signs, back to Kelly, finally. And my luck again holds out on this at least, I slid right in. We are talking between 60 cents to a full dollar difference and I was putting at least 150 in. I apologized and smoothly got out and headed back south. Next stop a beach…

Montara beach to be exact. Beautiful, clean and more sand drawings!

Avenue of ancients highway 254

Amazing! So much fun!!! Glad I was able to find a spot to stay right away so I can take my time.

With a morning that starts with coffee in the hot tub, it’s gonna be a good day. The hikes are all you expect and more. The giant trees do dwarf everything else’s and so many tree houses I fee like I could move right in.

I pulled off for as many of the hikes and info as possible. So much to see. The visitor center is a must. A mobile home made from one tree carved out! Nuts

Sweet trail just across the street too.

My day of the Oregon coastal beach trails

A wonderful morning waking to an unexpected agate beach at the ophir wayside rest stop just down a tiny trail. Filled my pockets with little treasures. I miss the views on these mornings starring at ground as all the colors pass one by one and the echo of the waves crash one after another hearing the little rumble of the rocks as they clank into each other rolling back toward the sea.

gold beach was just a few miles on down the way, felt compelled to stop. 2 miles to the info center but 1 mile past all the really cute shops. Most towns are not super rv friendly. The info center was on a huge hill,I parked at the top. Was told of the scenic corridor coming up. National Geographic made a special on it.

I had already planned on Cape Sebastian and wow that’s a trail. It’s been difficult to stop at as many Trailheads as I have wanted, and the info center gals had said not to go all the way to the… I really should write this stuff down. Wasn’t expecting an up and down situation, good thing there was side road parking in the middle, not advised. In fact, this whole road for an rv was terrible. Straight up and down inclines. It is a tumbling nightmare in more ways than one.

Good thing the trail was amazing!! Terrifying hights on narrow passages where the slightest miss foot will send you to the bottom a lot faster. A pretty steady descent I wish I knew the altitude I have gone up and down the past few days. It was at least an hour hike down, down, down.

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Sebastian wasn’t enough, I did three more bun blasting trails after that.

Looks like arch rock, but the next one is arch rock.

Whale rock above and below.

This one is house rock.

Start of the 18 mile trailhead for the scenic corridor. And then your first obstacle, cross that river…

Im seriously considering ditching the rv and going full hiking and do one of these coastal trails all the way through.

Cape Arago Highway tour

Rolling into the info center close to 415, I’m greated by a voice asking if she can help. I ask if she has any lists on the must sees in the area and she kinda laughed at me. Then pulled out the map highlighted her favorites on the way to Cape arago and insisted when I come back out take seven devil’s to get back on 101.

With map in hand, I go around the corner to a walmart. Yay, free stay. It even says no overnight parking every where, but that doesn’t stop the mini rv town from forming. By morning I think there were 14.

It was a beautiful sunset and sunrise over walmart and a perfect start to check out the info lady’s list.

My first thought was to go all the way to the end and start, but I could not resist the botanical gardens knowing they would barely be starting to bloom. Not another soul here I started down the first trail. Around to an amazing rock structure and the location of shore acres mansion. Long gone now and the volatile landscapes constantly threatening to slide off into the ocean below remind you why it’s not there. The outcrops stick out in 45 degree angels and form passages along the top ridges. Some areas look like the edgless pools over cliffs. The smooth sandstone with intermittent harsh rocks make me ponder if these could some be actual giant barnacles or other sea creatures fossilized in the sand, but so large we don’t see what they are. My mind is exploding from all the thoughts.

Another trail takes me to the actual gardens and down a steep path to a cove beach.

There are more stops on the way down, but I decided to now pass all the rest and go to the bottom expecting to hit them on the way back. The bottom is where the action was. First trail is down to an island where 1000s of seal lions live all year round. Then whale spouts clear in the distance at the lookout. I could have spent all day just there.

Hit them on the way down, making left in and out stinks. I know this. D’oh. Still stopped and loved every minute of it.

On the advise of the visitor center lady, I took seven devil’s back to 101. If there is another way, do it if in an rv. Super steep, windy, not worth it road.

Final stop for the sunset and spectacular beach, rocks, tidepools, all of it… Face rock!

Sand dunes in the rain

Yet another rainy day driving down the Oregon coast. And right away I am met with sand dunes ahead. I drove at least an hour in the dark making morning a surprise. Apparently I missed Thor’s well on the way through as well as a seal cave. Arghhhh night driving!

Probably wouldn’t have stopped. Without a co pilot or at least a little advanced planning, I’m still hesitant to go where I don’t know the out. Most of the time it’s ok, but it’s not ok enough… Might have gone for the Thor’s well but probably not the cave.

Ended up in another casino. Didn’t even bother with gambling. They let you park free one night anyway.

Well sand dunes and rain were on the menu today and it totally brought out the inner child or crazy kitten. Lost the trail immediately to all the eyes can see dunes, up and down and around the end of the trail pops into view here and there. I literally ran, skipped and twirled around with the light rain and sand.

As I come through a more lush green area I see giant animal foot prints, really hoping they are not cat, as in large cat, like cougar, mountain lion them I see some little deer prints. In my head a chase has ensued and finally what looks like the catch. Concerned I should turn back, I still forge ahead. A couple admiring the ocean as it all comes into view from around the dunes again to have another head pop out. A huge saint Bernard. I was elated to see a dog that size. My fears of the giant deer eating cat were put to rest.

70 mile day

Started with a hike along the beach under the casino. Graffiti covered sand walls like an art gallery of future petroglyphs.

Next stop was crashing waves over cliff rocks at the appropriately named boiler bay.

Then to a fossil rich beach with a seriously steep slippery path moolack.

A short jont to the yaquina outstanding nature area, and they are not lying. Great trails taking you to nose bleed hights around quarry ridge down to the beach. Cobblestones roll under feet like marbles while waves constantly threaten to knock you down.

Final stop was Brian booth state park. Again amazed at the changes in the coast in such a short distance.

Casino night!

Another windy day along the Oregon coast. Wet driving, but I still stopped, well had to usually, at all of the viewpoints. Now that I feel better about high winds. Read up and found silly after. Never thought about the wind the rv endures just travelling. Apparently under 40mph you should be ok. That doesn’t stop the rockin’ and bouncin’. I just try to enjoy it and have faith in my rig.

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I have been told casinos are a good place to bed down for the night and with a wet afternoon in sight seemed like a good call. It’s motto is “it’s better at the beach” that you can see from all the lounges.

Not that familiar with the process I lost my complimentary $5 immediately in the over complicated slot machines and only earned 4 of the 20 points I needed for a free stay. As the guy handed it to me and says you would have to have some pretty bad luck for it to cost more than 10 bucks. Not exactly off to that kind of a start.

Blackjack and another 5 of my own I sit for 45 min or so and rack up 150 points. That must be how I do this. Hindsight. Stop when I get to 20 point and cash out my credits before I go on the final losing streak that we all know you end up on when you start with 5 bucks.

With the winds howling, rain pounding on the roof and a distant engine this will work for tonight. Can’t wait to check out the town and beach in the morning light… Fingers crossed.

Nehalem bay state park 1 nighter

Sitting in line at the dump station I am woulda shoulda coulda the shit out of this stay. Forgetting It was rainy and windy (30mph) coming around the first beautiful cliff top drive Oregon is known for and blood nearly shot from my knuckles as I held on for dear life, heart pounding all the way in my ears, dizzying from the hight as I had to sit waiting for construction on the most highest point my rig swaying back and forth. Finally she flips to slow only for this all to be compounded by a downhill break-fest on top of the winding, windy, wet roads. ahhhhhhhhhhhh. First stop or turn off I see I’m stopping. I pull off to hear your honks of encouragement and thanks for letting you pass. While I strangle hold the steering wheel desperate for a place to honker down for the day and night closest state park, Nehalem bay.

This is a huge park. I kinda want a horse now that I have seen several parks with horse quarters. These are super cute little pens by each site. A trail to the beach with camping and trails out to the jetty.

There is also a 2 mile bike loop that goes around the airport and airport camping… Yep! Second airport on my trip down the coast.

With hiking on the beach and bay side even with sideways rain I blundered my way down the trails wonderfully satisfied with the wind and rain and the sand blowing intricate designs there and gone with each gust.

Made my way to port Angeles and then back

Made my way to port Angeles. Bustling tight road port town. My battery has been on the fritz, in fact ozette was a big gamble on starting. Luckily this rig comes with a switch to jump start from the coach batteries.

After the long battery swap I drove back up the 112 to salt creek recreation center and walked tongue point. Amazing tidepools as some stack rocks climbable at lower tides.

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uick stop into the first walmart I have seen in a while for all my walmart favs. And a peaceful night in their parking lot.

3 nights elwha best Damn rv park.

One of the cutest rv parks I have beem to. Owners were super sweet with movies for the cold rainy nights and an exclusive spot down to the old Damn. You can climb up and down and all around the rushing water. Find extraordinary rocks and views all around. From their time in East Washington they have two horses you can pet and feed. Also in the right season a bountiful garden. Hope to come this way again.

Olympic Peninsula Day 3 Mostly Ozette

20 miles from town and no service definitely the scariest boondocking yet.slept great and woke with the sun Excited to get on my hike. The tide was perfect, low tide will coincide with walking up the beach. I took the Cape trail to start. They are not kidding about it being slick, only fell once, but many close calls. Some campers pointed me to the old ranger station and Indian Memorial. Worth the extra 1/2 mile or so walk.

Headed south toward sand point beach. The other campers were headed that way later in the day. There is little to guide you a long the way. Hazard warning signs help you around during high tide, which I would not recommend, to higher land.

Found so many petroglyphs, literally stumbled onto them. I was thinking they would be on the rock wall, but no they have fallen to the ground and lay among the other rocks.

It is very ruff walking in the rock, it moves worse than sand and trudges along. The Eagles, osprey, herrings, and so many other birds soar over head darkening the beach and perfectly polished stones of every color. Stumble over more rocks. Under fallen trees and eventually you come to hole in the wall. Obvious when you see it. About there was when I started to worry about missing the trail back from sand point. I realized I didn’t know what sand point looked like…how far I had gone…fudges!!!!

I saw footprints. Yes. Awesome going the same way. Then I saw a bear print, deer, human, and dog. Bear prints head up into the woods, and I carry on seeing human prints to keep me feeling im on track. That and the hazard signs.

Eventually you do come to a huge sandish point with a huge grass covered rock with a clear trail to the top, at least 60 ft high, maybe more hard to say. Scary and beautiful!!

The trail head is actually before that rock and really not that obvious. Look for that black and red sign. Buoys in the trees.

The final leg back was exhausting. I consider myself in great shape and this hike was a doozie. I forged ahead oogling the beauty trying to take in all the wonderfulness. Even with a final downed tree covering a huge portion of the trail sending you in to the overgrowth so easily to lose direction, it was amazing and 100% worth the whole loop.

Olympic peninsula adventures day 1

Getting going after sitting for even as little as a month seems to make slow starting. I finally just shove stuff and get on the road.

Beautiful tree lined roads with intermittent moss monsters and beach glimpses the whole day.

Fun times playing on the rock filled beaches of klalock driving through the hoh rainforest to the rustic village of la push.

With enough time before sundown to walk the beach and investigate.

Knowing now what I have missed on the way up the coast has me questioning going east or west out of port Angeles. That’s a couple days away so we will see …