Redirection

Traveling involves redirection.  Redirecting a route, for instance, or refocusing on a new set of goals as the trip progresses.

Or redirecting provisions into ever-shrinking containers.

The first two we do together… the last is all Peg.

My darling delights in repackaging our provisions into salvaged containers to save space in the travel trailer fridge.  Like putting Sunny D in a Mountain Dew bottle, tequila in a mouthwash vessel and rum in an emptied water bottle.

Even the ketchup and peanut butter are fair game.

This practice of hers occasionally brings surprising experiences, like gargling with tequila.  Effective maybe, but not the expected taste.

So far, so good, but I’ll put my foot down when she does something like putting hemorrhoid  creme in the old toothpaste dispenser.

As we headed off on our 2018 snowbird trip we also did a fair amount of route redirection.

Sub-freezing temps at home meant we planned to scurry south to Kansas City; usually a latitude warm enough to allow staying at Walmart without running a heater.

With a cold front sweeping the midwest we had to refocus our goals on staying warm and not destroying the trailer’s water system.  With the water system still winterized, we rerouted to an RV park south of Kansas City where we could plug in and run the heat.

Likewise, the next night we redirected from a Walmart in Liberal, Kansas to a local RV park.  Other than calm nights at anchor, this was the flattest surface we’ve ever slept on. A herd of cattle next door and distant freight trains rounded off the cowboy ambiance.

That night the temperature dropped just enough for icicles to form on the slightly leaky city water connection. No damage.

Making our way southwest we cut through the Oklahoma panhandle and the town of Hooker; home of the Hooker Bank, Hooker True Value and other Hooker related businesses.  I made a road trip through the town 40 years ago and snickered like the teenager I was.  I apparently haven’t matured much… the names still made me grin.  I’m not alone: the city’s motto, referring to the negative connotations of its name, is “It’s a location, not a vocation”(Wikipedia).

We also redirected onto historic Route 66 for a while in search of lunch.  The area we passed was every bit as kitschy and run-down as we expected.

Once clear of the plains we rolled up and down various mountain ranges, all the while very happy to have diesel power and exhaust braking to ease the way.  Don’t know how much brake pad we saved but our minds were relieved.

With the cold front still going, we skipped yet another Walmart. The third night we stayed at the Sky City Casino RV Park in Acoma Pueblo, New Mexico.  We had stayed there during our 2016 trip and at $22  night it is a bargain.  Waking to a gorgeous sunlit mountain range out the window is another plus.

There was a forecast of strong winds, with gusts up to 60 mph, forecast for the next day so we left early and burned through the Flagstaff area on to Kingman, Arizona.  Doing so we were able to make our westing far enough to avoid much of the wind:  60 mph cross winds while towing a travel trailer is not fun.

At Kingman we once again headed to an RV Park, a quiet 55+ place with a large number of snowbirds.

With 10-12 hours of driving left to San Francisco, we split the difference the next day and stopped at a Walmart in Bakersfield, California.  Finally warm enough to sleep without running a heater.

The last day brought us to Pacifica, California, on the coast just south of San Francisco.  Shortly before our 2016 trip the park lost 30+ sites to the cliff eroding into the Pacific Ocean.  During that trip we stayed in the site shown in green below.  This time we’re in the red site.

Fortunately they have not lost any sites since we last visited and the fence along the cliff has not been moved further inland.

So all is well… except for the weather forecasts today!

The surf has been steadily building this afternoon and should really be rocking tonight.  Pictures never do justice, but be assured those waves are huge.  So if y’all don’t hear from us again…

The main goal of this trip, one that we haven’t redirected, is spending time with our grandson Bennett, his parents, and our son and his fiancé for the holidays.  His smile makes all the driving and butt-freezing worth it!

 

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