Thursday 16th May - Vintage Trailer Rally Pismo Beach

Wow!!!  If I have bored you previously with my rantings of scenery, bikes, cars etc. well, you ain’t experienced anything yet!

I’m at the vintage Trailer (caravan) Rally in Pismo Beach. Now, when I say vintage Trailer Rally I can hear some of you groan – and if I am honest if it wasn’t for Gary’s interest and involvement I probably wouldn’t have called in. But for a one off it has to be experienced.  First of all I didn’t think caravans were that old nor did I realise the range there was in the original designs. Today I they are a bit white box samey are they not with names way up on the inappropriate scale such as Buccaneer, Challenger, Conqueror, ok Xplorer I can go along with . Then there are the tow-cars also vintage or veteran in a lot of cases.

It is truly amazing and it doesn’t really start til tomorrow – my gob is well and truly smacked at the beautiful trailers and cars and at the lengths the owners go to to show them off and create atmospheres of time s past.

And, if you think it was all wall to wall trailers I just walked over the dunes at the edge of the site and....

I'm a lucky guy .......

 

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.