I open my eyes and it’s still dark at 5:15 am. My alarm hasn’t gone off but I’m ready to get up and start the day. I reach for my cell phone to turn on the volume and check for any updates. Then lay here staring at the ceiling. Well I know I’m in my home (the Coach), but can’t immediately remember where my camp is located.
Travel Journal – May 1, 2016 Sunday morning, our last day at our camp here at Lake Elsinore. I’m experiencing the sadness I feel when I leave family and friends, […]
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I wake up in Lake Elsinore. Jagger and I take advantage of the clear sunny day and go for a walk down to the lake and along the shoreline. The drought has taken it’s toll here. The lake is very low and this is the time of year when it would normally be the fullest of the year. How low will they let it go?
After checking in the Host helps me back in my Coach and get settled. Here Jagger and I will take long walks by the lake and enjoy time with family living in the area. Also my cousin, who I haven’t seen in many years will be visiting from Colorado for a few days.
My first “desert boondocking” experiment went well. No surprises, thanks to those who went before me and made good notes on their blogs. It was a time of rest and reflection after leaving my busy months in the Mesa area.
At one stop, Jagger attracted the attention of a man and his wife traveling in an “A” Class motorhome. He admired the markings of Jagger and told me a very sad story about his “Aussie”.
Jagger and I left the shade at Doheny Beach parking lot and headed South towards San Clemente. Eventually we arrive safely at San Mateo State Park, located just outside Camp Pendleton Marine Base.
On waking the morning following the rain, Jagger and I immediately go outside to check my solar panel…
So on the third day the Park Ranger knocks on my door…
It seems as if we are only at our O’Neill Camp for a heartbeat and it’s time to move again. Something I told myself I would stop doing was moving so much, but being here in Orange County the “budget model” of traveling required some of that. As a result of some of my appointments, it required me to extend my stay here in OC. Now a difficult scheduling job was compounded.
No sooner did we arrive and we had places to go and people to see, not to mention the doctor, dentist, tax accountant and optometrist. It was going to be a jam packed stay here in the OC, much different than most of my camps and I am looking forward to it.
Retired Vagabond 