Hello. It’s me!!
Mom wanted to do some quilting at a multi-day session, so off to Temecula, California we went for a week of fun.
Dad and I did the “man” thing. He worked, I worked over crunchables, #amirite?
There were times I was left in the RV by myself … those were not times I enjoyed.
For several days, the RV had a problem. Water pressure from the city connection was TOO STRONG … so strong that it blew through the pressure regulator, then blew through the check value in the water pump, and then continually overflowed the fresh water tank. Yeah, that’s not a good thing.
So on Tuesday afternoon Dad told me we were driving toward Escondido to visit Camping World.
Skeptical that we’d have fun, I elected to embark on the mission. After stopping at Camping World, Dad promised to take me down to the ocean. Off to Oceanside / Carlsbad we went.
We parked the RV. I asked Dad if we could head down to the beach? He said YES!!
That’s where we ran into trouble.
Turns out Oceanside and Carlsbad don’t think much of me. So I was relegated to the passenger seat for the duration of our visit, which as it turned out wasn’t very long.
While I enjoyed my trip, I did not enjoy the discrimination I faced along the way. Fortunately, I was welcomed back by Arizona’s warm, dry, loving arms.