It rained over 3″ last night in Redding. It was relentless. At times it sounded like Patience was being run through a car wash, complete with rotating brushes that rocked it from side to side. Today we will try to limp/slog/float our way 280 miles south to San Jose, to sit and lick our wounds for a week before making the last 8-mile hop to our winter campground. We will try to get the ailing slide repaired sometime during the week.
We did laundry yesterday, which is never fun, but was less fun than usual because the only laundromat we could find outside the park (the RV park’s laundry was too small) was dirty, crowded and expensive. After laundry we used the GPS to find a restaurant. We would have taken any option above the level of Burger King, but after finding one place with “rotisserie” in the name that was defunct and another with a promising name (“Country Kitchen”) that was part of a dark convention center, we got a base hit with our third swing of the bat: the Old School Restaurant in downtown Redding. It was housed in a beautifully renovated 19th century school building and was populated by the most attentive and courteous staff that we have experienced in a long time. The food was terrific, too. I had the spaghetti and meatballs, which doesn’t sound special until you taste it. Jett had a succulent burger that she said was to die for. We met the chef/owner while he was making his rounds among the patrons and gave him our compliments.
California weather has been a disappointment so far, to say the least. It has been nothing but rain, rain and more rain, interrupted only by wind. Not exactly what I envisioned when I thought of “sunny” California.
We have weathered the last two stormy days at the Mountain Gate RV Parkon the northern edge of Redding. It is a very nice park (a “Good Sam Top 100” park, in fact, which is a lofty accolade) but hard to appreciate in a driving rain. The office staff has been very nice and I took the opportunity to replenish our propane supply. So we were warm and cozy in our dry cocoon. Too bad I had to take the dogs out for periodic walks, because I got drenched then.
Patience at Mountain Gate
I hear it snowed a bit yesterday in Massachusetts. That, at least, made us smile. Not much, though.
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