Saturday, December 30, 2017


Our sweet spot.
Tranquila will be permanently, more or less, anchored on the Central Coast. Known for its long stretches of beaches, sleepy beach communities, and emerald green hillsides (when there is no drought), the Central Coast is pretty sweet for camping too.  Darrell was living in this hippie hamlet of Cayucos when I met him 21 years ago. I had lived in San Luis Obispo and Morro Bay since 1975. Wanting to start our life together in neutral territory, we left the area for jobs at Stanford. The BUZZ of Silicon Valley was an electric change, but after 14 years our need for a slower pace caught up with us. We retired from the rat race and sailed around Mexico for 4 extraordinary years. Then Jack was born, and our priorities shifted. So, here we are again, full-circle, back to what many refer to as the Middle Kingdom, or the happiest spot in the USA. What makes it most special to us, is this is where our 2-year-old grandson Jack lives.
Our spot is close to town, close to the beach, and close to Jack.
A dramatic Christmas Eve Sunset.
The BEST part was sharing Jack's Christmas Joy.
Pure happiness after opening way too many presents.

Thursday, October 5, 2017


Darrell and I met in Morro Bay 21 years ago, no wonder its a favorite spot of ours.

Our preferred camp site in Morro Bay State Park Campground has wide open space with a view of the estuary and bird refuge. It's a very peaceful spot for afternoon naps. Coveys of quails stroll about, seagulls squawk, the fog horn sounds, and all is well. Today is a perfect fall day, light breeze and nearly 80 degrees. Not a cloud in the sky. Last night's Harvest moon graced us in her abounding beauty filling our trailer with golden light streaming through ceiling hatch. Tonight we'll have cocktails and dinner in Cayucus at Schooners on the beach. It's a popular place to watch the sunset for a good reason. We're babysitting Jack, and he always loves their kid's menu. Papa loves the calamari. I'm having a Cosmo.

Jack always helps Papa with all things mechanical, but first he considered the technical application of the jack stands before starting the task.
 Then he proceeded full-speed ahead, and got the job done, with a little help.
The Morro Bay Golf Course borders one side of the campground.
I used to live on the other side of the gold course.
The view of "the rock" from across the campground.
There's a regular routine we follow when in Morro Bay. First step up camp, next, we get Jack situated. Then it's time to visit the Morro Bay Yacht Club to check out visiting boats, and see if any old friends are about.  After all that hard work, we deserve a lunch or dinner break in Cayucos overlooking the beach.
 I've been a member of the Morro Bay Yacht Club since 1978.
One year later, I slipped off the mooring lines and sailed away in my 30' sailboat headed for Annapolis, Maryland. What a ride! Since then, I have owned more boats than I care to admit, but have enjoyed each one. My current boat is a Grand Banks 42' trawler. 
The day was incredibly crisp, then it became incredibly warm. 
Too warm for me. Ninety degrees plus, accompanied by exceptionally hot, dry wind. These fall and winter winds are referred to as Santa Ana's, and it's best to boaters to take shelter in a protected harbor. In the past, we have had to wait nearly a week before it was safe to travel south to our slip in San Diego.
In October, there is always a migration of boats heading south, usually to Mexico, for the winter. Normally, we are part of the pack, but our boat, Scrimshaw, is already in San Diego. We decided to forgo Mexico this season, and instead we will head north in March to the Pacific Northwest for a couple of years. I am not a fan of searing sun, and lately its been getting too warm for my taste. The cool, dampness of the northwest sounds inviting. I went to undergraduate school in Eugene. Go Ducks! So, I am confident that the weather will suit me just fine. Darrell's also looking forward to cooler days.
Sunsets in Morro Bay can be pretty dramatic.
This striking sunset last October, was taken from the bow of our trawler while tied up to the MBYC dock. Morro Bay, in a trawler or a travel trailer, is a dang good spot to hang out.

We had a long day and worked up a good appetite.
Jack deliberates between Grilled Cheese and Mac & Cheese.
 It didn't take Jack too long to decide on Mac & Cheese for dinner.
Jack developed a taste for Mimi's Seared Tuna.
Protein is a good thing.
Papa and "mini-me-Jack" going for an after dinner beach walk.
Sunset on Cayucos Beach, a perfect way to end the day.

We got to see Jack for four straight days, while his mom worked. Very fun, but we were pooped, so on Saturday we headed back to Scrimshaw in San Diego. Nine long hours later, we arrived at Kona Kai Marina in time for another great sunset. It is usually a six hour drive, but we stopped for Chili Rellenos at our favorite little Mexican restaurant in Buellton. We paid dearly for that yumminess, because by the time we reached LA traffic, everyone was headed home from a warm day at the beach. We crawled through LA at a snails pace. When we reached San Diego, the weather was a bit cooler, but muggy. There's been a lot of humidity in San Diego this summer and fall. Strange, but the unexpected is now the new normal. I'll take high humidity over hot dry windy anytime. Known as Santa Ana's, the high winds coming over the desert reek havoc on boaters. Anyway, after LA madness, it was good to be home. Scrimshaw seems so roomy after staying in the travel trailer. Next week, we will drive up Highway 395 to our house in the Sierra. Hopefully, we are not too late to enjoy the fall colors. I'm looking forward to the increased roominess of the house after being aboard Scrimshaw. Then we will start to miss life on the water, and return to the snugness of our trawler. Our short attention spans demand variety.
The view from Scrimshaw's stern.
The view from our bow the following morning. 
 Point Loma is in the background.

Sunday, May 8, 2016


I LOVED this trailer!
We sold our 2012 Airstream, International 25, a couple of summers ago. Sadly, she was not being used enough because we are were always sailing, but we missed clamping occasionally, so we downsized to the adorable 2016 Shasta 16 Reissue. We named her "Buttercup". She was an eye- turner. Then our family expanded - a bouncing baby boy. Nothing better than having our first grandson. Of course, we will teach him to appreciate nature, to love camping, and to sail the seas. So, we sold our tiny trailer and moved up to a 2016 White Water Retro 195. Guess we just love the old-fashion trailers made new.
I loved the Shasta too, for one year.
 Buttercup at the lake.
The new Tranquil, easier to tow and maintain.
Our new Retro is just the right size for our family to visit Hat Creek.
 Jack learned about frogs.
Hana and Spark played fetch. 
Obviously, we enjoyed ourselves too.
Fifteen minutes from our house.
An hour from our front door.
In October, we are heading to Washington in the trailer to scout out marinas for our trip to the Pacific Northwest in Scrimshaw this spring. We are excited to get the trailer out on the open road and into some RV campgrounds sine crazy tourist season is over. We may face a bit of rain, but after all the San Diego sunshine we've had lately, cloudy skies and a few misty breezes seem like a welcome relief. The dang sun seems so intense these days.

Friday, September 12, 2014


We loved Tranquila, our 2012 International Serenity Airstream. 
The Airstream Life in Morro Bay, CA
Our first night in Tranquila at Wine Country RV Resort

Sadly, we have have decided to sell Tranquila to focus more on our remodel, as well as, our sailing lifestyle. Tranquila has all the goodies; Three Striped Awnings, A Queen Bed with Memory Foam in the Rear for Optimal Privacy and Views, 2 Flat Screen TV's, Stereo, Air-conditioning and Heat, 2 factory Installed Solar Panels (gotta have), a separate shower used 2 times, and lots more.
Living/Dining Area
More Galley
Bath with natural Lighting
Separate Shower used twice
 Best Spot in the Trailer
Comfy, Private, Bedroom with Privacy View.
 2002 Ford Expedition Tow Vehicle - could be for sale
Airstream Life is Grand.
Tranquila sold to a fun loving couple from Santa Cruz 
and she will be happily spending her summers in Montana.

Thursday, September 4, 2014


Still majestic, but with rapid melting of her glaciers she looks stark and bare.
Naked Mt Shasta, a startling reality of California's drought.
Mt Shasta, McCloud August 2014
Mt Shasta, McCloud August 2012
 Snow or no snow, she's a beauty.
Fowler's Falls
We got a cozy spot at Fowler's, but the afternoon sun was really hot. Good for the solar, but not for us. Moved to a nice shady spot…too close to the latrines. Space number 3, was the charm. Shady and private. At 6pm some guy fired up his chainsaw and started craving up trees for firewood. I went and talked to him, but there was no talking to him. Creeped me out. Next morning at 7am he was at it again. Camphost had little impact, so we pulled up stakes and moved to Dance Country across from downtown McCloud. We LOVE McCloud. A perfect little place.
Dance Country, McCloud. 1950 or 2014?
The day before Labor Day, all was quiet and peaceful. 
We left early the next day to beat the crowds.
McCloud Cuteness.
McCloud was a lumber town, it has wonderful old houses that are being renovated, colorful flowers grow everywhere, folks are friendly, and several wonderful Inns. The drinking water that comes from Shasta is The Best!  There is just something special about the place that pulls you in and makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. At least it does for me, and Darrell too. Unfortunately, everyone is very concerned about the effects of the drought. Lake Siskiyou, our favorite swimming place, is way down. McCloud Reservoir very low. Lake Shasta is tragic. 

Lake Siskiyou "beach" with Shasta in the background. 
Two years ago we rented a boat here for Darrell's birthday. 
This year some parts of the lake are nothing more than mud flats.
I could not bring myself to photograph anymore of the surrounding lakes.
 McCloud town center
Clever lumberjack sculpture
Carved lumberjack at the local museum.

No trip to McCloud is complete for us without the 12 mile trip Shasta City for tacos.
Poncho & Lefkowitz, what a great stop.
 Spark didn't even get crumbs.
By the looks of the license plates - including Baja - 
we are the only ones that travel for hours to get here. 
Of course, it's a local favorite as well.

We'll be back!
If you want to see more pictures of the Shasta area, including more water, 
you can click back to 2012 postings.