Last day in Pismo

Last day in Pismo we spent on the beach. Loaded people, dogs, chairs, beer, and a few snacks and headed for the beach. Haven’t taken a car on the beach for years, and the sign says 4X4 recommended. I have 4X4, but many cars come on without. Is an odd feeling as people drive all over, like they have instantly forgotten rules of the road, cross in front of you, pass on wrong side, just felt free, and weird at the same time. The sand did feel mushy underneath my wheels, but never stuck, stayed above where the water came up to. We toured the south end of the beach, where the quads were permitted as far as a small creek, and then drove as far north as we could, where the dogs could get a walk in without a leash. Went as far as visitor centre, no cars past here. We walked to North Beach Campsite, which was closed, and walked up close to the dunes. Carole was surprised how much it had changed in a few months as water had taken away much of the foreground sand at the edge of the beach. Been allot of rain here over the last months, causing much concern.

Now we walk back to the truck, Polly & I pickin at what we see on the shoreline, saving a few rocks, and the dogs just enjoying the freedom. John and I break out the chairs while the girls go up to the visitor centre for a pee. We all settle into a warm afternoon yak, and a few peanuts with our beer, just what was planned. Sun wasn’t steady, but warm enough to loose my shirt for awhile. As we talk a few horses with riders come by us, and then a couple huge horses Clydesdale's with big long manes and long hair on there legs too, beautiful looking. After a couple hours we pile back in the truck and head for the campsite. Carole and Karlee “Pita” (pain in the ass John calls her) walk back. We make a stop at the camp host’s site, and get a few armloads of wood, and John starts a fire when we get back.

Nap time, I’m getting used to this part of the day. When I wake the fire is going nicely, and we have a few more beer, and start talking about the depart tomorrow. The new neighbours, a young couple from Wyoming move in he puts up the tent, and we watch as we talk, and his girlfriend/wife directs. He did a good job, tent looks good, then he walks over to introduce himself, Woof Woof, he backs up, but doesn’t seem to be bothered by Karlee, Hmm I think, not to bright. They want to know where to shop, so Polly tells them Vons, and off they go. As John and I talk Politics, Carole is busy getting everything packed, and ready for tomorrow, as they will leave early, 8am. She is like a busy bee, here and there just so much getting ready, even gets John to help me with the big mat we have down, good she did as rained in morning as we were getting ready to go. Was good to be packed up and ready, Thanks Carole. Polly now in the trailer cookin something, or reading her book, or both.

Just before dinner the new campers next to us come home, and he proceeds to light the fire, dark now

he has BBQ briquettes and is dumping the whole bag in the fire pit, and puts on the liquid gas and lights it, then more gas, and more gas, Now I am wondering about this guy? Then after awhile he comes over again, Karlee was inside this time, and asks us if we like poetry? Kinda stunned, he explains it is a new kinda poetry. Hmm what to say, how about after dinner I say, we are just about to eat.

We had a nice dinner, spicy chicken, salad, ? ? I can’t remember everything, was good anyway. We never did go back out to the fire, just sat inside the trailer and yakked till we all agreed bedtime.

Morning came and we were all ready to go, so coffee and we started with the truck, and John and Carole were off early like planned. Reminded me of when they left our subdivision in Ladysmith, in the motor home and off they went. See you in 6 months!

Lovin life...

Bosco lookin over the beach