Gypsies from The Sanctuary City
Or so sayeth The Ancient One (my dad) when I texted he, Pat and Niece Nat a photo of the RV safely ensconced in its parking space at the Sierra Trails RV Park outside of Mojave. We made it on our first leg to this wonderful little oasis. Fortunately, the notorious Central Valley winds were nil and the fabled high desert heat not evident. I'd planned to get out of the house at 8 but missed it by 15 minutes. Then another 15 filling the other half of the apparently very large gas tank. What the hell, the trip is on. Af ter yesterday's drive from the rental place and my ring finger bruised from gripping the steering wheel. Not made any better, either, by the innumerable trips up and down the RV steps using my hands and arms as much as my legs. But by the time I had gone through the usual (even counter-commute) bottlenecks from I-580 onto I-205 connecting to I-5, I'd become comfortable enough to hold the wheel with one hand while the other reached for smokes or water (te...