Wednesday 15th May - Pismo Beach, California

Well, here I’m in San Pismo, the State RV Park. In among the trees -  it’s mostly a eucalyptus stand, not indigenous to this part of the world of course but introduced by someone who thought it was the magical answer to reforestation and sustainable timber.  Lovely tree, growing to a size we can only imagine in the UK – well this is America - but as much use to the timber industry as a snooze button on a smoke alarm apparently.

Had a great night last night. Met up with Helen and Mark, friends from my home village who are here on vacation too. Really good to see them and they sure looked the part, arriving in their silver Camaro convertible all sun tanned and beaming – them not the car.

 

 

 

Gary did a great job with barbecued chicken and beer of an acceptable quality flowed. 

The ride up here was “interesting” mostly on Interstate and Highways and a large chunk of it across the vast sprawl of Los Angeles, some 60 miles. That traffic flowed mostly but boy was it heavy. After that though Highway 101 took over and flowed through rolling hills of mid-California and to the start of the wine growing country.