We finally left San Diego – a day late. We just didn’t have it together enough to make our June 29 planned departure. Too much junk still to pack and sort and clean and wherever we turned, we found even more stuff. If it wasn’t for our neighbor Ted (who our Teddy dog is named after) coming over to help all day and K’s sister and brother-in-law on call for disposing of the furniture and left overs, we might have decided to just set the house on fire instead. Could’ve still had marshmallows so A would have still been happy.
We ended up shoving stuff randomly into boxes and piling it into the motorhome to sort later.
I can’t believe how giant our rig seems when you look at it all stretched out with the car being towed + the bikes. Everyone advised us to err on the side of bigger size for actually living in and I think we are glad we took that advice. K drove the whole time today and managed well through a bunch of traffic and narrow Los Angeles freeway lanes.
It’s nice tonight to have the bunk beds set up in the back so A could go to bed and we could stay up in the front of the motorhome.
Our first night is at the Ventura Ranch KOA (see separate “listing” on the map page – I still need to figure out how best to use this blog template with the map feature). It’s already late, so all I have for tonight is a mystery and a bunch of pictures.
On the 210 freeway in LA, a trucker pulled alongside us and gave us an urgent hand signal – his fingers opening and closing, kind of in a “talking” gesture. His face seemed concerned vs. p.o.’d so I don’t think it was a substitute for THAT hand gesture. We’re like, “What does that mean?” K thought maybe our car fell off the hitch and we had a moment of panic. Once we saw the car was still there, we thought maybe a bike was dangling. Stopped to check – all was well. Then we thought maybe he meant our rear lights weren’t working so we stopped again to check. Nope, that was fine, too. Who knows what that signal means?