Day 145 – Thursday – Calico Ghost Town

Yup. We’re going on a field trip to this ghost town. You can see how excited Max is about that. He loves car rides, as you all know.

He’ll be more excited when he wakes up. Guess he wore himself out on that first walk this morning.

So far today I once again resurrected the bus’s furnace by resetting it. Doesn’t seem like I should have to do that every time, but I don’t mind as long as it keeps working. The inner temp was around 49 degrees when I got up at 0430 which I viewed as a good reason to go back to bed. Little Max weathers the cold temps nicely and I don’t know how. I guess it’s all that hair he hasn’t shared with us yet.

Just before lunch we loaded ourselves into the car and drove to Calico Ghost Town Regional Park so have a look around. It’s an interesting town that Walter Knott, Knott’s Berry Farm, purchased in the 1950’s and resurrected it. I know this is true because I saw a plaque up there, and I took a photo of it.

I actually took hundreds of photos but none of them will be any better than the ones you will see if you access the above link. I’ll add a few of my photos just for the fun of it.

We ate lunch in the Calico House Restaurant and the food was pretty good. Diane had a patty melt and I had a club sandwich. After that we let Max lead us around the main street where he made a bunch of new friends.

This photo op was built a little too close to the ground for us, but we gave it a college try.

There’s quite a bit of up and down elements to the ghost town so we took breaks often. Thankfully, there were lots of benches and chairs scattered around the town. From this one I took a hike to the top of the town where that teeny sign is in the distance.

Some of the stairs are visible behind Diane, but many of them are suggestions of stairs and could be very treacherous. Falling was a danger all the way up, and down, because there are no handrails to grab. Here’s what I saw.

From the top.

The structure where Diane rested was build of cement and bottles. Sadly, it wasn’t open for viewing, but I got a few photos of the interior through one of the windows.

After departing Calico, we stopped in Yermo where Diane found a Thrift Store. We looked around for a while, but Diane didn’t find anything she wanted which astounded me. It may be her first visit to a thrift store where she didn’t come home with something “new’.

An interesting thing about Yermo is that the base we’re on, Marine Corps Logistics Base Barstow, stretches to the east far enough that Yermo claims part of it as their own. Specifically, they claim to be home for the Marine Corps Mounted Color Guard. Here’s proof in a Yermo mural.

We called it a day and headed home from Yermo to the safety of our trusty bus. Max was happy to be headed home.

Looking at a map it appears that Route 66 (I-40) transits right through the middle of the base so I suspect Nebo can claim a bit of ownership, too. Regardless, all the people around here love their Marines.

So do we.

Day 121 – Monday – Prepping to Move On

Today was supposed to be the beginning of our trip north. Some of it got done, some didn’t. Most importantly, we visited Lazy Days RV We Fix Everything That Is Wrong With Your RV, or more simply Lazy Days RV WFETIWWYRV, Place. All we want them to do is drain the bus’s radiator and refill it with the proper amount and mixture of coolant. At this time the engine is being cooled with mostly tap water. The reason? Mostly because I’m lazy, and I forget that it needs to be addressed. Some of you may remember the Great Catastrophe I created in Nevada a couple of years ago where the bus overheated and I foolishly took the radiator cap off before the engine cooled down. It was pretty exciting for some of us. Had it not been for the quick thinking of our travel partners I would have been scarred for life, literally. Because of them, although I had been drenched head to toe in boiling hot water, I have no scars. But that’s a story already told. If it interest you, there’s a post about it somewhere in the past.

The visit to Lazy Days was to arrange a visit so they could rectify my neglect and hopefully resolve our overheating issue when we drive up long hills. Diane had the brilliant idea to make our first stop after leaving the Bone Yard, a place that could fix it. So, now we have an appointment on January 8, 2025, to do just that. When done, we’ll hook up the car and buzz on up to Luke AFB in Phoenix. Lazy Days is conveniently located just a few miles away, close to I-10 that will lead us north. It’s really nice to have a partner like Diane. Everyone should be so lucky. Thank you, my Love.

After making those arrangements, we stopped by Culver’s to pick up something for lunch. I had shrimp and Diane had Halibut. We took it home to eat.

Two other tasks on my list was to call the Family Camp at MCAF 29 Palms and beg for a place to park next month. That didn’t happen because I forgot until too late. Now we must wait until next year to make those arrangements.

Lastly, I was to call Hudson Garbage Services and discover why we have a credit on our account. This has happened before. The reason is because, for some there were times when it seemed right to pay them every month, like a normal bill. But, Hudson only requires payment every OTHER month. There have been times when we’ve had over $500 credit because of this. Diane called it our Hudson Garbage Savings Plan. You’d think I would learn, right?

After that, the day should have peacefully into the sunset. But, it didn’t.

When Diane was neck deep in laundry, something I normally help with, I was called by one of our neighbors to help install her new TV. Once that was done we had to hook the TV up to the Bone Yard WiFi. Then she needed help getting her car off base so it could be towed to the closest Honda dealer for repair. All of this resulted in Diane doing all the laundry by herself.

Finally, we wound up back at our bus to greet the evening with some downtime. She certainly earned hers. Me, not so much. I had this guilt complex about not sticking around to do my job. I suspect I’ll get over it eventually. Maybe by the time we pull anchor and sail off to Lazy Days on the 8th.

I have no photos to share about all that happened today but here’ one from December 19, 2016 that’d kinda cool. It’s Diane’s 38th birthday cake.

Isn’t she lovely?

Be safe.

“Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Day 88 – Wednesday – Fixed it!

Diane drove me to ACE today after I finished giving Barb a hand with the Bethany November Newsletter. When all was said and done, there was no interference on my part because Barb figured it out herself. All I did was give her a bunch of other stuff to think about that probably caused more confusion than help. But it was fun to work with Barb.

Before leaving the ACE parking lot, I had to snap a picture of this …

I had to go around to the front to see what the logo was. It’s a Mercedes Benz. The hood, roof, and trunk deck are really shiny black. Interesting.

After shopping at ACE, for the bolt that fell into the black holding tank, Diane took us to Raising Cane’s for some Chicken Fingers. I wasn’t sure I’d like them simply because of the fact that chickens don’t have fingers. Also, the white meat they use has no resemblance to fingers whatsoever. I could tell that just from the advertisements. But I thought it would be OK. After all, on many of my trips overseas I’ve eaten some strange things cooked on a hibachi. It was universally called monkey meat because no one was really sure what it was. But it tasted good so none of us really cared. It was BBQ.

Cane’s chicken fingers turned out to be really good, especially with the dipping sauce they provide. We each had a 3-piece meal.

After lunch Diane went to the commissary, again. Seems like she’s always going there to get something. That’s probably because we’re always running out of stuff. I might have to quit eating food that requires refrigeration. While she was gone, Max and I did a little plumbing and got the toilet secured to the floor like it’s supposed to be. He was a huge help.

When Diane returned, she fed Max. He was being pretty persistent about getting that out of the way. Then we could all relax.

Now he needs to go for a walk. Diane thinks we should take him to one of the enclosed off leash areas where he can run. In my experience, however, he’s really not into running unless there are other dogs involved. Or cats. Either will do. By himself, he just sticks his nose to the ground and slowly walk around smelling every inch of the space he’s in. Once in a while he will release a measured portion of urine to leave his mark. It always amazes me how he can do that. If I was a dog, once I start going, it doesn’t stop until there’s nothing left.

Now I must quit. Diane will probably delete that last bit.