strannik
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After staying what is possibly my last night in a woodland hotel, I went to the new FWC location with the truck sans tailgate, and had the camper installed. After the installation and run-through, I set my GPS bearings for the delta, where I would camp for the night. I made my first stop in the delta town of Isleton, where I got a platter of crawdads cooked in Cajun spices at Isleton Joe's.
The camper across the street in this cute little delta town:
I love the Delta's network of islands and sloughs, and I'm planning to return with the Kayak next time.
I crossed a little bridge to Vieira's Resort - the first campground.
And after putting the top up for the first time, SERENTIY was revealed to the world:
The next day, I did some camping of a very different sort - stealth camping with the top down in the middle of San Francisco:
I got the camper home for a brief day or so, and then it was back on the road for an annual pilgrimage and picnic at Fort Ross:
I had the only major incident with the new camper on the way. I was pretty sure that I had secured all of the latches on the camper top, but I was pretty sleepy. Either I forgot one, or thinking that the camper was short enough for a drive through breakfast, I banged the hanging "test pipe" before the drive through (the one that tells you not to go through!). Either way, the front latches were undone, unbeknownst to me. When I got on the freeway, I noticed the truck wasn't handling very well, with a sort of shimmy sensation. My passenger then said "there's a guy waving at us and pointing". I pulled over, and saw the the front of the top was up! Fortunately there was no apparent damage, and I got the top raised and lowered properly, and double checked the latches. There is one mistake that will only get made once!
After the event at Fort Ross, I drove a few miles up the road to the Timber Cove campground:
Where I had this as a view from my camper window:
The private beach was a short stroll down the driveway:
At the private beach, was the private seal on his private rock:
I took my time meandering home, and finally experienced what a KOA Kampground is (insert psycho stabbing music here)
I was home for a bit more, and now I'm back on the road - at Saratoga Springs (not too far), in order to test my Kat Kamping theory, and provide the Cat some time to adjust to the idea. The cat is not convinced that this is a good idea, but she is actually doing splendidly:
LESSONS LEARNED:
The camper across the street in this cute little delta town:
I love the Delta's network of islands and sloughs, and I'm planning to return with the Kayak next time.
I crossed a little bridge to Vieira's Resort - the first campground.
And after putting the top up for the first time, SERENTIY was revealed to the world:
The next day, I did some camping of a very different sort - stealth camping with the top down in the middle of San Francisco:
I got the camper home for a brief day or so, and then it was back on the road for an annual pilgrimage and picnic at Fort Ross:
I had the only major incident with the new camper on the way. I was pretty sure that I had secured all of the latches on the camper top, but I was pretty sleepy. Either I forgot one, or thinking that the camper was short enough for a drive through breakfast, I banged the hanging "test pipe" before the drive through (the one that tells you not to go through!). Either way, the front latches were undone, unbeknownst to me. When I got on the freeway, I noticed the truck wasn't handling very well, with a sort of shimmy sensation. My passenger then said "there's a guy waving at us and pointing". I pulled over, and saw the the front of the top was up! Fortunately there was no apparent damage, and I got the top raised and lowered properly, and double checked the latches. There is one mistake that will only get made once!
After the event at Fort Ross, I drove a few miles up the road to the Timber Cove campground:
Where I had this as a view from my camper window:
The private beach was a short stroll down the driveway:
At the private beach, was the private seal on his private rock:
I took my time meandering home, and finally experienced what a KOA Kampground is (insert psycho stabbing music here)
I was home for a bit more, and now I'm back on the road - at Saratoga Springs (not too far), in order to test my Kat Kamping theory, and provide the Cat some time to adjust to the idea. The cat is not convinced that this is a good idea, but she is actually doing splendidly:
LESSONS LEARNED:
- You can't check the latches too many times.
- Plan to forego all garages, drive-throughs and other "needle eyes"
- You can boondock anywhere, as long as you provide no evidence that you are anything but a parked car. Boondocking with the top up - that is a bit more challenging
- The cat *can* learn to enjoy camping - but not on your schedule
