Pismo SB
Waking up with big plans to accomplish a lot this day quickly disintegrated into frustration. Both of us had that feeling. There is no dump station here, so we had to lift our portable waste tank up into the back of the truck to haul it to a campground about a mile away. Normally, I could tow it behind the truck, but I have to go very slow, too slow for Hwy 1. It turned out not so bad; the two of us managed to hoist it off the ground. If we had waited another day, no way. We would have to dump one holding tank, drive, dump, then the other, drive dump. We will do every other day for the rest of this week.
And, the reason we chose this park is that Penny’s family had a reunion here about ten years ago and she did not recognize this south part of the park. So, she hoped that the north park would look familiar to her. We drove through the campground and she vaguely recognized one part. Vegetation can change a lot in ten years.
Arriving back at the Ship, I made the unfortunate choice to work on camping reservations in the first of the year. Hoping to find national campgrounds where we could pay less for a few days, I found only first come, first serve or parks operated by the counties at the going rate, i.e., not accepting our senior pass giving us 50% off. Didn’t really accomplish much.
After lunch, we took a bike ride through the small community of shops and residences near the park entrance. We found a state park kiosk where our road meets the beach. Passes and permits for vehicle entry are sold there. I am not taking my two wheel drive out there!
We then unfurled our awning, first time in along time. I dug out the Christmas lights and strung them along the awning reel. Soon, we had “The Bells of Dublin” by the Chieftains cranked on the Sony, and our spirits lifted!
