Shingle Springs to Nevada City, and Friends!

the beautiful American River near ColomaThere is nothing quite like a morning in the Mother Lode, the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains, on a warm spring day.  Waking to sunshine and temps in the mid 70’s with an expected high of 84 or so is just about perfect.  Light breezes and low humidity make it even better.  This time of year, the grasses are still somewhat green, and on a Tuesday morning the traffic was even minimal.

Day 3 395 Bishop_003DSC_0003Our site at the Elk’s Lodge in Shingle Springs is just a jump off Highway 50, and there are several ways to get north to Nevada City, but we wanted to take the most scenic route, following North Shingle Road to intersect with the famous gold road, Highway 49 near Coloma.  The destination was Nevada City and meeting our new and old friends, (well most of us aren’t exactly new), at Nickie and Jimmie’s home there. 

We hadn’t yet met in person, but I wasn’t the least bit concerned about it.  I am not sure why this is, but somehow the essence of people comes through in their blogs in ways that always seem to be just right.  Most of the time, I know if I will “click” with someone, and it amazes me that people turn out to be exactly as I thought they would.  Nickie and Jimmie were no exception, except I think they were even nicer than I imagined.  What truly lovely people! 

probably wouldn't enjoy driving the MoHo on 49 south of AuburnThe route north was wonderful, and winding through the hills on the curvy roads reminded me so much of the years I lived in Sonora and drove these roads for work.  I also marveled at how lovely the landscape looked when I didn’t have to imagine slogging up those hot, brushy slopes with a pack and shovels!  I could once again see the charm of the foothills and why people love it so. 

history in ColomaWe left early enough to take a short side trip to Coloma, but it was too early to visit the visitor center and once again my visit was just an overview.  This is the site of gold discovery on the American River, and there are interpretive signs everywhere and old buildings that have a story to tell.  We stopped long enough for a walk along the river with Abby, but returned to the road north fairly quickly so we wouldn’t miss our meet and greet time with Laurie and Odel at Nickie and Jimmie’s place.

working on a bridge on I-80, viewed from the America River south of AuburnThe American River is a story itself, and we saw lots of hikers and raft companies that ply the wild waters of that river.  It is a great place for recreation, with an old bridge walk that crosses the river in the canyon just below Auburn.  We thought we might walk it on our way back, but by late afternoon when we drove the return route, the parking area was packed and it was hot and there were way too many people for us to attempt it.  As beautiful as it is, there seems to be a lot of people pressure on the beautiful places around the Mother Lode.

Once we were through the old town portion of Auburn, Highway 49 is a 4 lane freeway all the way to Grass Valley and in no time we were exiting the road to Nevada City.  We were a bit early, so decided to amble through town before finding Nickie and Jimmie’s home up the hill.  I hadn’t been to Nevada City in years, but I was reminded on this sunny morning of just why it is such a popular place for so many.  My eldest daughter dreamed of living here, as I once did.  It is nestled into the pine covered hills, with steep winding streets filled with gorgeous restored Victorians and a Craftsman or two here and there, and lush spring flowers.  The dogwoods were in full bloom and magnificent!  We decided that after our little meeting we would come back and walk the town.  Of course, at that time we didn’t know we would have the perfect guides who provided ice cream!

Hi, Nickie!lovely welcome to their lovely homeUp the hill to their home was a beautiful drive as well, winding up through Sierran Mixed Conifer forest, thick and lush with Ponderosa Pine, Incense Cedar, and White Fir.  At over 3200 feet on deep old soils, the trees are growing beautifully, and the homes lining the road were quite lush as well.  It was beautiful.

Our welcome was as delightful as expected, but their home was even more lovely than I imagined, and Nickie’s warm and open southern California personality warmed  and mellowed even more by her time in the South and her sweet Southern husband combined to make a truly amazing combination.  I loved both of them almost instantly.  We laughed and talked as if we actually knew each other (which we did!!) and enjoyed seeing all their work on the yard, the new hot tub, and their beautiful home.  Laurie and Odel arrived just after we did, and since the four of them were already acquainted, the talking and laughter was ongoing.

Nickie and Jimmie ran lots of races and this quilt proves itA special treat was seeing a special quilt made from some of the great collection of runner’s tee shirts that Nickie and Jimmie had collected over the years of short runs and long ones, including marathons! Gorgeous! 

lovely lunch at Lefty's Grill in Nevada CityOf course we had to do the RV Blogger get together thing and go find someplace wonderful to eat.  Our Nevada City hosts recommended a great spot in town, Lefty’s Grill, and we dined on the sheltered patio to the sounds of the bubbling creek.  Wonderful food, and a sweet waiter who told me that definitely dogs were not allowed on the patio, but that if he didn’t know it, I could probably bring Abby.  This was the perfect solution, since it was warm and even in the shade, it would have been worrisome to leave Abby in the car.  Of course, the waiter smiled and said, “Please don ‘t bring your dog if you come back again, but she can stay for now”.  Abby helped by being her quiet sweet and calm self, lying under the table quietly while we ate.

Nickie and Jimmie will always be able to find each other in the darkblackberry cabernet sorbet for me.  Doesn't that look like a jewel?Laurie and Odel had lots of remodeling to continue, so declined to walk the town with us, but we were really happy to have Nickie and Jimmie lead us to good parking (.25 cents for two hours) and show us some of the finer spots in the lovely tiny historic city.  Nickie said later that we only saw a tiny bit of it, but after a couple of hours we didn’t mind leaving and saving the rest for later.  Something tells me we will return to this great little place again. 

There is so much to do around here, lots of parades, and art, and festivals, good weather, beautiful mountains, rivers, so much to do and all sorts of recreational activities in abundance.  It is a nice place.  However, as we drove home, we remembered again that nice places usually attract lots and lots of people.  Once again we drove the winding roads with lots of company.  Mo used to love her little sports cars, and as she pushed the Tracker up the steep hills she wished for a clutch and some gears! As fast as she was going, however, there were often many cars right behind her trying to push her up the hill.  A surprising number of turnouts along the route at least made it tolerable.  Most people waved when she pulled over.  Except for all the folks on cell phones, including one woman in a big SUV who almost obliterated us in Auburn, people in California are pretty good drivers.Day 2 Nevada City

It was such a great day!  Thanks to the internet, and blogging, and RV’ing, we discovered some new friends and explored a place we might not have done without that little extra push of having someone who lived there. 

Driving the Five to visit Laurie and Odel

Mt Shasta from the 5Shingle Springs, CA low tonight 52, high tomorrow 90, 74 degrees at 9pm

On Saturday, Grants Pass Oregon was clear and sunny and warm.  Even though we had only been away for a week, the oaks were all leafed out, and the dogwoods were in their full rosy glory.  Lilacs are blooming everywhere and even the iris are starting to bud.  We arrived in early afternoon, in time to bring the MoHo out and pack up, and then do a few minor easy chores around the cottage property.  I carefully watered the fruit trees and the long line of shrubs, and with 2.5 gallons per minute, I had to be especially careful.  Testing a hose and a five gallon bucket showed that at full blast I could run 10 GPM and with no reservoir cistern, could run the well dry in no time. 

pear orchards in Medford along the 5It was a very warm evening, and we opened up all the windows to the cottage.  I sat in the twilight reading and catching up on computer stuff while Mo patiently mudded all the tape she put up on the kitchen drywall.  She was shocked when she finally sat down in the living room to relax with a glass of wine to discover that it was 9pm.  We were even more shocked when we both discovered we were wide awake at 4am.  With an expected leaving hour of 8, we didn’t know quite what to do.  What the heck, let’s just leave.  Can you tell we were ready to be on the road?!

south on the 5Thinking breakfast might be a nice way to kill some time, we decided to try Elmers’ but they didn’t open until 6 so we ended up at Shari’s while waiting for Freddy’s to open the gas islands.  Breakfast was OK, but not as great as our favorite Elmer’s place, and we had food in our tummy’s and gas in the rigs by 7am and were heading south on the 5 by ten after. 

Mo checking out the baloon from the vista siteSomehow the road seemed new today, and as many times as both of us have driven the five, together and apart, it was as fresh and interesting as if we had never done it.  Most anyone who has traveled out west has been on this road, it is the easiest and fastest way to get from anywhere north to anywhere south in Washington, Oregon, and California.  Everyone complains about how boring it can be, but the stretch between Grants Pass and Redding is as gorgeous as any interstate in the country.  Especially when the sun shines over Mt Shasta. 

over the bridge crossing Shasta lakeThere as a bit of smoke and haze in the spring air near the mountain today, but it only served to make it even more mystical. “The Mountain” dominates the skyline for a hundred miles in almost all directions, but the view comes and goes between the volcanic landscape surrounding Medford and Yreka.  Rounding a curve you get a glimpse here and there before she explodes in her full glory as the road passes through the Scott Valley.  Well, explodes maybe isn’t a good word, although she has been quiet for a few centuries now.

it is getting hot on the 5 near Red BluffWe took our time, stopping at the vista points, then again at a beautiful rest area near Red Bluff that neither of us remembered seeing before.  I think it was there, but has been reworked significantly.  The roses were in full bloom and the area was lovely and green with beautiful shade trees and a nice pet area.  By mid day the temperatures were in the mid 80’s and I felt myself open up and expand with the warmth just like those roses.

coast range in the west south of CorningWe drove as far as Costco in Woodland before stopping for fuel and then Mo drove through downtown Sacramento and around the complex ramps to get on the 50 going east to South Lake Tahoe.  I lived in Sacramento back in the 70’s, visited Maryruth there many times since when she lived there, and still that turn onto 50 east is disquieting.  Today it was a piece of cake, though, a great reason to travel on a Sunday through the cities.

Day 1_062DSC_0062Our destination this afternoon was Shingle Springs and the Elks Campground just about 5 miles away from where Laurie and Odel have settled in to homestead.  They met us at the campground with some instructions about where to dump if we needed (we did!) and maps of how to get to their house.  Mo keeps asking if Laurie was a teacher.  She gave me three maps, a distance google map, a close-up google map with bulleted pop-outs, and a page of written instructions.  It was all detailed, specific, and perfect.  We still managed to turn the wrong way for a moment before correcting.  This part of the California foothills is lovely, and full of narrow, winding roads that just wander off willy-nilly in almost any direction.  Beautiful.

Day 1_103DSC_0103We found their home, marveled at their incredibly good luck in finding such a perfect place to live, and then went for a walk around the pretty little lake that is the focal point of their extended home park.  As Laurie has said, it is a bit like living in a really nice RV Resort, only with more room in the kitchen.  The lake was charming, and filled with adorable goose families and one half of a pair of beautiful black swans.  The walk felt good after a day in the rig and by 6 we were all ready for dinner.

Day 1_077DSC_0077A short drive to a Taqueria nearby led us to a nice cool patio and some good Mexican food.  Laurie’s ceviche was fresh and delightful, Mo had a chimichanga that was spicy and flavorful, and my flautas were like cardboard filled with chicken leather.  ah well, most of it was really good! 

It is so great to have some time with friends we enjoy so much.  Laurie and Odel are both fun to be around, easy to talk with, and always entertaining.  One of the lucky finds of the RV life for us.  Tomorrow there is more socializing on the agenda with a great drive north on the famous Highway 49 to Nevada City. 

Day 1_109DSC_0109Right now the night is dark and quiet and the air is still warm and soft.  For a few minutes this afternoon things were less than lovely, with a bit of black tank dumping fiascos, but now it is all good.  Isn’t it amazing how that can happen?  While walking around with L and O we found ourselves talking about dog poop, cat boxes, black water tanks, and being sick on a ship.  Geez….Maybe we can find something better to talk about tomorrow!

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April and Time to Get on the ROAD!

huge lilac bush by the old shed I know that life is either very good or very bad when I don’t have time to write.  This time it is very good.  Thank goodness.  It was the same way when I kept all those handwritten journals so many years.  When things were good there are very few entries, when things were bad there are pages and pages of them.  If my daughters ever find my journals after my death they would think I lived a horrible life if they didn’t know otherwise. That seems kind of sad to me in a way, but I suppose journaling is a form of self therapy and when things are good who needs therapy!
oaks leafing out at the cottage and potatoes in the dirt p8ileMore than a month has passed since I last wrote in this particular journal, but the one that is now getting filled up is the Google Calendar, with what the weather was doing, where we were, and all those dang dentist and doctor appointments.  I guess that is what life can be reduced to sometimes. I love going back to the blog to remember what we were doing, however, it is a lot more fun that looking appointments on a calendar, and I don’t want April to be a giant black hole. 
The calendar looks really good today, with reminders of what to do next.  “Pack for trip”  “Send in last timesheet” and other such exciting little things.  I have worked in town all week, so Mo has been taking care of home stuff, including setting up the complex sprinkler system and washing the cars.  We finally have spring weather here in Rocky Point and the grass might need some watering while we are off wandering around the desert. Friends are back to house sit, but they don’t have a clue how to work with Mo’s intricate battery timed watering system, so by the time we leave it will be all automated and running and hopefully no hard freeze will mess it all up again.  You never know in this part of the world.
Mo is mowingEaster was so dang early this year that I barely had time to put up decorations before it was over, so I decided that April was Easter month and the decorations only came down a couple of days ago.  Now all is quiet until Halloween and the only yard decorations will be whatever happens to be blooming. We had a simple Easter dinner and egg hunt here in Rocky Point, and then Mo and I spent a lot of time over in Grants Pass taking care of cottage chores.  April at the cottage-004 I even managed a bit of quilting here and there in between trips and chores and work and appointments.
I think I raked a total of twelve full days to get all those oak leaves up and burned.  We tore out the old wall between the kitchen and the bathroom and Mo got a new one framed and drywalled, and it is ready for taping.  The roof no longer leaks, the kitchen floor is now dry with no hidden wet surprises appearing, and the little cottage feels nice and cozy.  We like staying there, especially this time of year.  More than once this past month we left spitting snow and icy roads to drive over to Grants Pass and green grass and blooming spring flowers.  Ahhhhh.  Spring is one of my favorite times, so it is a kick to have spring extended this way as we drive back and forth between home and the cottage.  Daffodils over there have been gone for three weeks and they are just now coming into full bloom here at home.
This last week was our annual progress office review and I delighted in the role as a worker bee rather than the supervisor.  No stress!  I love that part of working as a retiree part time.  I am no longer in charge.  Another ahhh.
After a couple of trips to the cottage and a lot of work around home, we are both ready to make use of that great motorhome that is sitting over there waiting for us.  This time the decision is to head back down 395, the back side of the Sierras, the eastern slope of California.  Our destination: Death Valley.  We haven’t been there since 2004, although several times in our travels we have passed by it on both sides.  This time we will just explore the valley.  Our route home up 395 will bring the MoHo back to Rocky Point and her home berth, ready and waiting for summer camping trips.  No more snow to worry about.
two burn piles down and the field is mowed On the way south we have a couple of fun stops as we amble toward 395.  It is that blog friend thing that I treasure, we will visit old and new blog friends in Placerville and Nevada City.  More to come on that after I get photos and permission to post them!  Then it is over the mountain and into the desert.  Abby will be with us, but this time I decided to let our 17 year old kitty Jeremy spend the time at his cozy little home at the vet’s.  I’ll miss him, but desert heat can be daunting, and if we take Abby in the Tracker with air conditioning, it is worrisome to leave Jeremy in the rig, especially if we don’t get a spot with hookups.  Our route can have weather running the gamut of freezing nights to days over triple digits.
Jeremy loves being outside at the cottage Furnace Creek now has 21 sites with full hookups, but we can’t reserve any because the season officially ends on May 1, our arrival date, so we are taking our chances.  Worst case scenario can be that we will have to return to higher ground and lower temps.  Either way, it will be great.  We are planning a loose trip with options open to whatever fits and whatever works.  Just a trip with some time in the desert!  It is one of the reasons Mo and I like where we live.  We have ocean coast within a short drive, and desert just the other side of Klamath on the Nevada side.  The other delight for me will be heading east from the I-5 over the Sierras and not having to slog our way south through the San Joaquin Valley as we do every winter on our way to Desert Hot Springs.  ahhhh. 
On another note…reading blogs seems to be slipping away from my list of priorities.  Of course there are still a few that really matter to me a lot, and so I wade through the long list to check on those few, how many of you do that as well?  There are some writers that make me laugh out loud and I look forward to that.  Others who have photos that take my breath away and I am always waiting to see what is next.  Others I have come to care about, for whatever reason, and I want to know they are ok, or where they are, or what is happening for them.
I am not going to list them here, or link to them because somehow that just doesn’t seem fair.  Each writer spends time and energy putting themselves out here for whatever reason and that should be respected, I think. But as I do this, and read so many blogs of “stuff”, I totally recognize that my blog is also full of “stuff” that is only relevant to me, and trying to write for anyone but myself is a waste of time.  Someone is looking at my header on google reader or feedly and cruising right by whatever I have to say. 
dvandvegas 069 Some have the skill to write daily in ways that I don’t want to miss, but whether I have the skill or not, I certainly don’t have the desire.  I have no need or desire to put up ads, so what do I need to worry about readership for anyway?  It is so easy to get sucked in by the stats, who is reading, where are they from, what do they look at.  I HATE that, I hate it that I still look at the stats and that I think, “Gee, I should post something so people keep reading”.  Dumb, just dumb! I should post something just because I want to know what I did in April of 2013.  We all talk about this now and then, I know.  I see little blurbs of people saying they aren’t reading as much, and more blurbs of apologies about why they haven’t written.  I catch myself thinking that way as well, that I should say why I haven’t written, but nobody really cares, do they??  If they are friends, they know why I haven’t written, and we have probably been emailing all along.  If they aren’t friends, they don’t care why I haven’t written!
Ah well, enough of my little rant here….it is time to pack! Here is a little photo of us back in 2004, the first time we visited Death Valley together, pre-blog of course.

Sometimes going to the coast isn’t about the ocean

Harris Beach State Park, Brookings, Oregon. 52 degrees F and clear

Of course, it is always there, in the background, low rumble below the cliffs. On a chilly, sunny, breezy day, however, it might be about the coastal forest. It is our lazy, do nothing but enjoy day, and after a slow morning, we decided to walk some of the trails around the park.

The light was beautiful, that brilliant contrasts stuff that makes all photographers crazy. Backlit moss that looks very nearly fluorescent against the dark, wet spruce bark. Shamrocks every shade of green on the forest floor. I left the Nikon behind this time, telling Mo, “Just how many photos can I take at Harris Beach, anyway?”. “What in the world can I possibly write about or blog about that I haven’t already done a dozen times?”

Yet here I am, with only the iPad, trying one more time to capture that backlit brilliance. Sometimes in that place between sleep and dreaming I let my mind wander to moments of light in my life, simple moments that have this brilliance. It is better than counting sheep.

We will go down to the beach this afternoon, but for the moment Mo is outside reading, and I am here writing. Supper will be easy and we will eat by the fire. Today we won’t wait until chilly dark for the camp fire, we will start it early.

I filled out my morning talking with friends and daughters on the phone, leisurely phone calls that were heart warming. Or maybe that was yesterday. I am on ocean time, even if it isn’t about the ocean.

Of course you recognize where we are

Brookings, Oregon. High today 50F Sunny and breezy. Low tonight 28F

Once again in our favorite front row with hookups, a great Verizon signal and cable tv for a buck extra. The difference is that space A10 at Harris Beach State Park has been cleared and we can see 180 degrees of ocean from our bedroom window. We have been here so many times and posted so many photos that it might look familiar if you have read my blog in the past.

After three productive days raking, burning, cleaning and projecting at the Grants Pass cottage, we headed for the beach. The short two hour drive on Highway 199 was beautiful as always. Nothing to do here but relax, walk when we are motivated and watch the sea. We didn’t even tow the baby car this time. It’s a true quickie vacation.