Category: California
American Girl Mine Road
I’d like to say I have some manly adventures to report, but I continue to fail those vicarious followers. Since leaving our boondocking location near Plaster City, California, it has been days of work and evenings of happy-hours and socializing. Not necessarily picturesque environments to tease people into the van...
Plaster City
Following the short trip into the greater LA area, I returned to camping with the Airstream crowd who took Big Blue along with them from Borrego Springs about an hour South just of Interstate 8 not far out of El Centro, CA at an OHV area called Plaster City (because...
Lazy Lizard Saloon
I still have yet to leave California, instead choosing to hang around with the small Airstream crowd that have continued to let me “van-up” the place. Last night, we… …instead of me writing up a blog post describing what happened, let me just send you off to Aluminarium who does...
Ricardo Breceda sculptures
Surrounding Borrego Springs is more than 100 sculptures, all part of an enormous outdoor gallery of Ricardo Breceda’s visions of creatures that once roamed this part of California. A more dedicated photographer might visit the sculptures during ideal lighting – over many mornings and evenings – to capture the full...
Font’s Point
I appear to be one of the last to head out and explore Font’s Point in the Borrego Springs State Park. I kept hearing stories of the sunsets from the view point that overlooks the badlands, and on one of the final nights in Borrego Springs the trek was made....
Distracted in Borrego Springs
Long time readers know my disdain towards California, but here I still am – in California – 8 days after being van-bound again. You would think that I have many adventurous stories to tell of Moose and I, but I do not. In fact, blogging (or even snapping photos) has...
Anza-Borrego Desert
The shindig continues even with some additions to the crowd of RVs in the desert. I believe we were above 15 trailers, buses, and vans all camping within this quarter mile stretch of desert. Personally, I’m just along for the ride, meeting some new folks and others that I hoped...
Mount Diablo State Park
Being born and raised in the Bay Area, Mount Diablo was the mountain in which all others were compared as a kid. I remember my Mother bringing us kids up to the peak when we were younger. The thought of being nearly 4,000 feet above the majority of all other...
Treasure Island
An invitation from my Nephew to hang out and boondock on Treasure Island for a few days had to be accepted. Honestly, even though I lived in the SF Bay Area for 37 years, not once did I take the Treasure Island exit – so it was a mini adventure...