Day 3- Lone Pine, CA

We all got a good, early start this morning, recognizing the fact that on travel days we have to meet the requirement to vacate our space before a set time, in this case, Noon.  Plus, we had one small excursion that they needed to take before leaving.  Over the years that they have bombed back and forth on Highway 14, they have always noticed a facility located on a hill above the highway that appeared to be loaded with ancient memorabilia, like old wagons, farm equipment, advertising icons, stuff even older than they are.  So, they had to seek it out and pay a visit before leaving today.  We loaded into the truck and headed up the road for a couple of miles, and there it was.  Unfortunately, it was closed; even worse, it was up for sale!  Geri and I could see the lust in Don's eyes as he surveyed the vast piles of ancient equipment, so we let him take a few pictures through the fence and then hustled him back to the truck.  

Back at the rig, we went through our pre-departure drill and hit the road north on Highway 14 at the stroke of noon.  I must admit that I napped most of the way, but I kept an ear open for Don's comments on the areas we were passing through.  Like, he still is optimistic about the possibility of getting to tour Edmonds Air Force Base, but we'd better do it before our Congressman retires, 'cause we'll probably have to get him to set it up for us.  And he believes that the sleepy little town of Mojave will be the replacement for the Kennedy Space Center someday.  He noted our passage through Red Rock Canyon State Park, commenting on the beauty of the rock formations there, but decrying the lack of decent RV accomodations.   He made some observations regarding the Los Angeles Aqueduct, but I don't remember them.

In the mid-afternoon, we arrived at our destination, the Boulder Creek RV Resort just south of Lone Pine.  Both Geri and Don remembered that the last time they stayed here, it wasn't a Resort, just and RV Park.  They intend to determine what has changed to make it into a Resort.  My evaluation is that it's a nice enough place, just terribly short on grass; like, none!  But they're usually pretty good about finding nearby spots to take me for some rolling in decent grass.  They took off for the nearby Visitor Center, to get some up-to-date info on local sightseeing, and came back shortly after doing a pass through downtown Lone Pine, which I recall as being about four blocks long.  But I can say that the scenery here is spectacular, with the tall, snowy Sierra Nevada mountains right next to us, including Mount Whitney, which they say is the highest   mountain in the country, outside of Alaska.  I'm pleased to be told that we won't be climbing it.  

Don cooked up some Chicken Paprikesh, one of our favorites, and my plates were awesome.  A little TV, some work on the blog, a big fight between Don and his new camera, which finally gave up some pics, and then off to bed.  Toodle 'oo, see you tomorrow

Dying for a walk!

What does that say?

Our home in Acton

San Gabriel Mountains