Grandparents and grandkids off and rolling
30.06.2015 - 03.08.2015
As usual, the train was late in rolling away. 2 hours later than we’d hoped to leave but finally what was left behind was a done deal.
Our first destination was Foresthill, a small town in the forest Northeast of Sacramento. We had promises of grilled steaks, corn on the cob and potatoes. Our friend, Julie, only recently purchased her home and was proud of the fact that it had covered RV parking. We were to be the Guinea pigs.
Due to the late start, and of course major road work we found that it was nearly dark when we arrived in Foresthill. As the name implies, she lives in the Forest and on a hill.
Once at Julie’s house it turned out the drive was too steep to turn into, the bed of the truck would need to dig into the 5th wheel and tree branches were hanging too low on the other driveway. But the covered RV space looked really nice from the deck.
Julie suggested the nearby grocery store for parking and we were all goo.
Back at the house nestled in the woods we made life better with some Iron Horse Champagne and good red wine, not to mention lots of food. The potatoes were sliced before bbq’ing, something I’ve not tried before. Hopefully she will share her secret.
So far we have forgotten: the Twinkles water and food dishes, the drain hose for the RV and Zaya’s regular shoes. More stops will need to be made for sure.