What was not a good plan was the route I choose. If you have ever been to the California coast you know the road along the coast is called Hwy 1. It is beautiful, but narrow and winding. Definitely not the way for a 36' Class A motor home to go.
So, of course we did.
|This picture is from the web,|
I was hanging on for dear life, not taking pictures!
Many of the curves were tighter than this and were
doubles or triples.
Nothing serious, just a little scrape along the bottom edge of the passenger side, but if Craig hadn't pulled to the right we might have had a "head-on" with the car that was over the yellow line going around a tight curve!
I really hope that driver had "full pants" because he was the one over the line and the scrape sure scared us, and now the Alfa has a new owie.
We made it to the coast, but the road did not improve very much. The mountain and hairpin curves were replaced by more tight curves and sheer cliffs down to the ocean, areas with rock falls, and of course no shoulders.
Because it was Sunday there was a lot of beach traffic and amazingly some of it was large pickups and huge fifth wheels.
I was trying to be more "spontaneous" and planned to look for an RV park when we were ready to stop. That was not a good plan for Hwy 1. We missed at least one park that I had seen in Woodalls, and ended up at the more expensive alternative.
When I was checking to see if they had a spot for us there was the driver of a large fifth wheel also in the office. When he and the lady at the desk heard we had come down Hwy 1 from the North, they both said "it is almost impossible to drive a class A thru there." I agreed. They also said that we should not go any further south on Hwy 1, and to take Hwy 20 back to Hwy 101. It also winds but it is slightly wider. If we wanted to go to Muir Woods we could leave the Alfa at a campground off 101 and drive back to the coast.
After we got set up, I drank a half bottle of wine and took a short nap! We then had dinner and went out in search of a beach for an evening walk. The weather was a bit blustery, and sunset was nothing to write about.
Monday morning my nerves were still a bit frazzled, but Hwy 20 was not nearly as bad as Hwy 1 had been.
If we were full-timers, we would have found a nice park to hunker down in for a few days to relax and recover. Instead we cut our trip short and headed for home. We can regroup there. Even though we encountered some heavy traffic, the interstate was a welcome drive.
We were glad we did not have to deal with parking the Alfa on our home spot. While we were on the trip the last part from the recent back end repair had come in so we were able to leave it at the service place in town.
Craig also wants them to check the brakes because one is squeaking quite loudly. We know air brakes sometimes squeak, but this is new and louder than before.
The awkward thing is that I only unloaded the most essential "stuff" from the Alfa. Now some of the "stuff" we need is not here!
It's in the Alfa.
So ... now I'll spend the next few days doing chores around the house.
Then I'll start thinking about our next trip!