Adventure 168: Maple Leaf RV Park/Morgan Hill, California

Site #3 in Morgan Hill, California.

Horror of horrors! Disaster has struck. I'm as distraught as a blearily eyed baby boy who's dropped his Huckleberry Ice Cream Cone on the sandy pavement outside Leonard Paul's store in Coolin, Idaho in midsummer before he could even take a lick. I'm sure my WAILS echoed off the mountains above Lionhead.  Pitifully, it is true. The Wily Cager has taken the lead with a smelly skunk. She is now up $16 dollars with but one game to play before intermission. I don't want to admit to being a sore loser, but my lower lip is pretty sore from me tripping over it all day. That aside, we traveled easily from the mountain air of Oakhurst through the dismally smoggy and desperately desolate valley floor that ran straight as a string toward San Jose. We've clearly left the beauty of the Sequoidendron Giganteums and traveled straight into the morass of Central California. Morgan Hill itself is a quaint bedroom town at the bottom of Silicon Valley. Its downtown is filled with bistros and coffee shops all with sidewalk tables set with cloth napkins and covered with linen table clothes. It's all very chic. People everywhere are racing around doing who knows what, all in a very big hurry. The pistachio farms are trying to outlive the drought, but the evidence of hardship (agriculturally) is apparent. Our RV park houses a couple hundred permanent residents, is squeaky clean, convenient, and quite adequate for our one night layover. We're cleaning, washing clothes (Well, Judy is), and generally preparing the rigs for a little storage. We're only eleven miles from the storage facility, and about a twenty minute cab ride from there to the airport. Since I believe that I must appreciate each day regardless, I must also say, "Life is good, especially today."


 These two guys tried to warn us that the air in the valley wasn't breathable.

 An instant replay of Mario Batali's poached eggs primavera on Semel instead of crusty sourdough.

 You gotta love California! When was the last time you saw a "cherry' '57 Chevy Wagon?

 Downtown Morgan Hill is a string of renovated turn of the century buildings.

 The downtown core also has a median. Very pleasant.

 This Methodist Church, along with some other buildings in town, is on the historical register.

 We took a side trip to a residential area just off downtown. Cute little bungalos.

 Eighteenth century brick 'n brac.

 This citrus tree, lemons we think, was literally drooping with fruit.

 Holy Moly! With gas this cheap, maybe we'll just drive around in circles.

On the other hand, maybe I'll go back to the see through air and the fresh pine scent.