The Long Drive Home

When we left Morro Bay for Malibu RV Park, we had another blow-out, and this time it was the right side, inner, back, dual tire. Fred was following close behind us in Santa Barbara when the explosion happened. It is at least our 5th tire failure if my memory serves me correctly. The load is so heavy on this Icon Class C RV and because it is really difficult to check the tire pressure, especially the inner back ones, we have been lax and don’t do it every time we hit the road as we should be doing. We have since learned that there is a valve stem sensor that can be sent to an app on my iPhone for a readout. Michael is going to look into that before our next trip.

Once we had the back 2 tires replaced at the Santa Barbara Tire Shop, we continued on to Malibu and the Malibu RV Park and finally made it there around 6:00. With Michael and Fred having called beforehand for reservations, we were able to nab an ocean view for $50.00 a night. It would have been perfect if Highway 1 were just a little further away though! The cars were an endless stream of noise and exhaust that fortunately quieted down after midnight. We walked along the highway to get a late night bite to eat around 8:00 at the Malibu Fish Market but following in tandem along the side of the road, and in the dark was just a little bit nerve-wracking and dangerous. We all slept like logs though and woke up to a misty morning high above the foggy Malibu coastline with wild parrots screeching playfully in the sycamore and eucalyptus trees.

Yesterday morning we headed east toward home with Callie on the dash the whole way. Traffic was horrible in Los Angeles and all the way to Riverside with multiple accidents on the freeway. When we finally turned south toward Rancho California, there was a full moon rising in the east. Driving along the last stretch of the high desert, the chapparal scrub was illuminated by moonlight in the otherwise pitch black darkness before we dropped down onto the desert floor and to our final destination in the middle of nowhere at Anza- Borrego Desert State Park. It was a relief to leave all of the hustle and bustle behind us, and to smell the fragrant scent of desert and citrus flowers, and to see the night sky filled with stars and the beautiful Milky Way.

We are home safe once again and enjoying a delightful morning in the desert. Callie climbed her olive tree and checked out the backyard to make sure Romeo hadn’t visited while she was gone. It doesn’t appear like he has been here since we left. I just heard the cuckoo call of the male roadrunner and smiled at his love song. It really does sound just like a cuckoo clock. I have only heard him rattle and growl before. Spring has arrived in the desert, and the calls of love interrupt the silence of the otherwise quiet desert. Roadrunners are solitary birds until they choose to mate and raise a family. Once the brood is raised, they go their separate ways.