prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

(RV 17) Trip home from Oceano, California to Walnut Cove, Texas.

Now to get home with as much visiting along the way as possible. Oceano is a little south of San Luis Obispo and Pismo Beach.


It was familiar country from our years at Cal Poly in SLO. We had a good visit with Jackie's Mother who lived in SLO

Then off to Coalinga 122 miles. We had old good friends there. The Hintergardts. We parked at the curb in front of their house.

Then to Hanford 60 miles. My sister Donna and her son Jim lived there. We parked in Jim's yard.

Then to Taft 112 miles. My sister Thelma lived there. Our visiting swelled with Thelma's two daughters, son and families. We parked in Thelma's backyard. Nice visits and cheap parking. The Fox Theatre was where my brother George worked before he went into the Marine Air force. I wandered under the stage.


Then to Barstow 172 miles. Then to Needles 145 miles. Went to a rock show. Paid a visit to the casinos in Laughlin. And I mean paid.

Then to Picacho Peak 302 miles. We stopped at Picacho Peak on the way to Chino. It is quite a mountain sticking up out of the desert.
It has two peaks at the top. It ts right by the highway. You can see it for a couple of hours from the north or the south. There was a new RV park there. Hot tub and all that stuff. It was the site of the Battle of Picacho Peak during the Civil War. Of course there is an annual reenactment of the battle.



Then to El Paso 385 miles. To Junction 432 miles. This was a couple of long days. Eight or nine hors driving. Junction was where Mike and I hid out during the snowstorm of the previous winter.

Then to Walnut Cove 309 miles. March 11, 1988. It was good to get home.

In June we were going to take our two Conroe grand kids to Washington and New York. We were to put them on the plane in New Jersey and head home with a detour through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and Branson, Missouri. Stay tuned.

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