ReturnTo Europe, 2015; And A New Rig

So Monday Delta jetted us first to Detroit and then to Amsterdam, both relatively quick and painless flights. I watched The Big Lebowksi for the hundredth+ time and also a disturbing documentary on contemporary American higher education, Ivory Tower. We got into Amsterdam early enough to have a second breakfast, waiting for Rene to pick us up in our rig. He was there on schedule, and after a couple hours of paperwork and demonstration, we were off to the Het Amsterdamse Bos campground, where we have stayed before. The next three days we spent unpacking, getting to know the new rig, making some minor alterations, and provisioning for the coming weeks. Also struggling with jet lag and the worst cold I've had in some time.

Over Holland...

The new (to us) rig at the Albert Heijn superhypermercado in
Amstelveen; Vicki wanted something smallish and we both wanted
something we wouldn't have to spend arms and legs on for
insurance: thus, a 2001 Rotec (German) motorhome on a Fiat turbo
diesel,..c. 48,000 miles....a pretty standard European rig, if smallish
and underpowered; but it is relatively spacious, for us, and has more
storage than we have ever enjoyed before; alas, or maybe not alas, it
is short on such amenities as air conditioning, entertainment system,
outdoor kitchen, generator, microwave, and cruise control, back-up 
camera, and automatic transmission; we'll manage, somehow; we're
feeling very European, which is good

Our row at Het Amsterdamse Bos

Parts of which are over-run with rabbit (Penelope)

Stimulating the local, well, the Euro economy; where else are
you going to get household items for an RV when there's no
Walmart?

Eating local...brats with curry gewurz, rode bieten, grootmoeders
zurkool, and some aardappel salade, washed down by a glass of
Jupiler...

Congratulations, Lexi!

We spent a long weekend with my sister Carole, Jim, and Lexi, celebrating Lexi's graduation from American Heritage high school. Lexi was there from pre-school on to graduation, and is now adjusting to the prospect of college next fall, and beyond.

The very happy family

With Vicki and me, very proud of our niece

With friends

Opening cards and gifts with special friend Cole, at the family
dinner later that evening; congrats Lexi!

Logging Out, Middle California

So our last days in Menlo Park were spent with P and her family, packing, sorting, reorganizing, preparing the Bigfoot for summer storage. On May 13th, we bade farewell, and red-eyed on to our next destination, South Florida.

The previous weekend I was treated to numerous sightings of
the c. 1927 Ford TriMotor giving rides out of the airport at
San Carlos; the first commercial airliner, all (corrugated)
aluminum, crew of 3 for 8-9 passengers; FDR campaigned
out of one in 1932; only about 200 were built; the TriMotor
was quickly superceded by the even more venerable DC-3

Roasting hot dogs (chauds chiens) with Grandma in the
back yard; note propane campfire unit: we figure the days of
free open fires in national forests and parks are about over...

The Bigfoot in storage, across the Bay

Saying bye to P

California Campin': Out-Takes

In case you forgot the Hershey's, the Graham crackers, and the marshmellows,
the concessionaire stores at Yosemite have you covered....

A crebain out of Dunland enjoys some Doritos, dropped from a tourist's shopping
bag; Yosemite's ravens are absolutely as large and aggressive as Yellowstone's;
only the latter have learned how to unzip backpacks (seriously), however

We met lots of nice people on this trip, especially Europeans visiting Yosemite;
these two boys are part of a family of six from Lille, taking a year off to explore
the New World (in a camper)

Our second night at the Upper Pines campground was graced by a van-load (and
then some) of college-aged movie-makers; at first I figured they were going to
document the first ascent of some rock or other, but, instead, they lengthily video'd
the making of a campfire, the erecting of tents, blowing up of air mattresses,
cooking of hot dogs, and even did an extended interview of the Indian (dot) family
next door...I guess I've already had my fifteen minutes

At Wawona, an interestingly-painted neighbor

When we were boon-docking south of Yosemite, I found my
trusty old .177 caliber semi-automatic Daisy and emptied
quite a few clips in the general direction of this beer can,
occasionally hitting it; and not shooting my eye out

Cruciform stakes in a vineyard on route 41; pre-transubstantiation wine? So we
were stopped here, taking the picture and laughing about it when the state trooper
pulls up and asks whether everything is all right...

Not laughing...we have driven most of the great two-lane scenic coastal 
highways and never seen an accident, despite some pretty precarious 
circumstances; but not this day; hopefully no one was seriously hurt

California Campin', 5: Big Trees, Big Waves...

After camping at Wawona, we spent the morning walking among the big trees in the Mariposa Grove, then drove south, out of the park, and camped two days on forest road 5S 17, in the Sierra National Forest: rest and relaxation, and only one longer hike down the road.

Spring growth in the Mariposa Grove: what are these things?
We forgot to ask the rangers....

The interestingly named "Faithful Couple" tree:
above, it splits into two giant trunks and then
soars; which occasions the question...who names
these trees? and why not "Schizophrenic Tree"?

The so-called "Bachelor and Three Graces"
clump, which I have re-christened "The Menage
a Quattre avec Voyeur" clump; in future visits,
I will endeavor to more appropriately rename
all the trees in the Grove

Our site off of 5S 17; we both needed to recuperate from
P-induced colds

We drove on to Fresno and spent the afternoon with the nice
folks at Sportsmobile West--a custom-camper firm we've always
admired--and then spent the night with Rich Sam...a firm we do
not admire, but which permits scum like us to park free over-
night; we always try to park near the "outdoor living" department;
according to Bernie Sanders, the immediate descendants of Sam
Walton own more than the lowest 40% of the American people

The real estate west and south of Fresno was as flat as I have
seen, although, happily, it was mostly planted in vineyards; I
think this must be where $2.49 Chuck must originate; mile
after mile after mile

We lunched here, at the James Dean "Heaven Tree," just a few
hundred yards from where he and his Porsche 550 Spyder ended
their careers; icon of icons...

Route 41 took us all the way to Morro Rock on Morro Bay

And the beautiful electric plant adjacent...

San Simeon, Hearst Castle: Rosebud; been there, done that, in
1990, we think

Kite surfing 

Thus

And thus

And thus

In the Big Sur

The hills to the east...California, especially the high country, is
a tinderbox...

California Campin', 4: Yosemite

After Pinecrest we moved on to three nights in the campgrounds of Yosemite National Park, two in the Valley, the third at Wawona. We've visited Yosemite many times over the years, starting in 1972, as a number of previous blogposts attest. Even with the crowds, it's always an amazing place.

First view of the Valley, driving up from the Priest Grade

Upper Yosemite Falls, and Lost Arrow Spire, and Yosemite Peak

North Dome

Parked for the day while hiking: with the well-insulated
Bigfoot, we look for sunny locations in order to re-charge
the batteries; one returns to a comfortable camper, with
100% SOC

Hiking up toward Vernal and Nevada Falls

Thus

Nevada Falls (or was it Vernal?)

NPS deer, in a parking lot, totally uninhibited

Afternoon view of Half Dome

On a hike to Lower Yosemite Falls

"Yo no soy marinero, soy el Capitan!"

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