At last, a connection. We are in
When last I wrote, we were in
We spent that night in Victorville, California, at a bare-bones sort of KOA campground. We played cards. In the morning we drove on to Bakersfield, where we stayed at a clean but rather boring place called A Country RV Park. We were lucky to find a place at all. The northern migration is on, and we only got in because the park had a cancellation.
That brings us to yesterday, April 1. We drove and we drove and we drove. I had it in mind to get to Corning. Robin said it was an awfully long way. What with the dearth of suitable places to stay, we ended up driving about 650 kms. We stayed in Orland, which is only twelve miles south of Corning. We would have kept going, but it was late, and we didn't want to take a chance on finding nothing but full parks in Corning. This morning, bright and early, we came here (there would have been room for us last night), and here we'll stay for two nights, I think, before heading for Seattle. I hear the Olive Pit calling me.