I went to look at a studio this morning, beyond Pollock Pines. From the time I got on US 50 Freeway, it was about 54 miles “up the hill”. It had snowed there last night, so besides the snow already on the ground there was a fresh layer that had melted off the roads long before I got there. The weather was really pleasant.
The studio is separate from the owner’s house, and the living/bedroom area is fairly small, with a really nice size kitchen and bathroom. The big problem would be no good cell phone reception unless I step outside, plus probably really poor internet. There is dish cable for TV, so I would be likely to get a tv and become addicted to that, which I would hate. I would rather be addicted to internet.
There are wonderful places for hiking in the area, and a senior hiking club in Placerville that goes on trips twice a week. That would be something I’d really enjoy.
The owner is a former fulltimer, drove a 37′ class A pulling a toad for several years, until she decided she’d had enough. We have a lot in common. She had just made a big pot of soup and invited me in for lunch, so we discussed the apartment and surrounding area over a great lunch. One downside is that I would have to use a laundromat in Pollock Pines, just a few miles away – not really a big problem. The place is in the Sierra Nevada foothills, at about 3500′ elevation. That means occasional storms and snow, with the possibility of power outages. I took this picture looking back down the road as I was leaving.
When I left Cal Expo this morning I found a shallow lake under my rig that even spread to the space next door. My water hose connection was dripping steadily and probably had been dripping all night. I couldn’t get it any tighter, and I don’t know what could be wrong. The drip is coming from the brand new pressure valve I just bought at Wal Mart, probably made in China, although it could be that the valve is not really the problem. I realize I probably need to buy a new water hose, so I stopped at Walmart on the way back and picked up a hose and a couple other items. You know how they have the cashiers in two’s? Well someone was in the first cashier’s spot, and I put my items on the counter of the second. I waited and waited, then discovered both cashiers were waiting on the woman at the first station – trying to find the cigarettes she was looking for evidently. Two cashiers helping someone with cigarettes, while I stood there cooling my heels. I ended up leaving the items on the counter and pushed my empty cart back to the exit, and I walked out!
I don’t know why, but a trip to Walmart is never a good experience for me. What I really don’t understand is why I even go back.