Saturday, September 11, 2004

California

Wednesday.

Up at seven. Stalled until nine. Drove away from Sacramento, skirted the
bay area, past San Jose, over the hill to Santa Cruz, down the coast highway
to Moss Landing. We were checked into the RV park by noon. Solid traffic.
It was like driving through central Denver. For three hours. For one
hundred sixty miles.

We were prepared for the RV Park. RV parks in the wide-open spaces can be
spacious. RV Parks where real estate is more dear, like at the beach, can
be much tighter. We measure them by the average width between spaces.
Spacious parks can have average site widths of thirty or forty feet. Tight
parks will have widths of fifteen or twenty feet. That's what we expected.
Something like a parking lot. That's not what we got. The spaces are
fairly close, it is high rent real estate, but what a beautiful park! Right
on the peninsula next to the marina. A five minute walk to the beach and
the ocean waves. Nice level cement pads. Grass. Landscaping. Seagulls.
Shorebirds. Pelicans. Blue sky. Seventy degrees. A light ocean breeze.
Ooh. We'll have to stay here a few days.

So what are we going to do? Jacob and Yousun are in no hurry to get the
bassinette. What are we going to do with ourselves until they decide they
want the bassinette delivered? Let's see. We're settled in a campground at
Elkhorn Slough. It's one of the top birding spots in the country. It's one
of the top paddling spots in the country. We have our birding binoculars.
We have our kayaks. What can we possibly do to fill the time? We'll have
to think of something.