The Rolling Head
An homage, of sorts, to Marie Antoinette. The MoHo “throne room” is resplendent with faux splendor.
OK, so the next trip was a little shorter
We loaded up the MoHo and headed for Calistoga. Wine country; yeeHaw!! Joan met us to spend the night then Jodee and Joan went to Sonoma the next day to Chateaux Sonoma for their annual French Flea Market. (Fun stuff but the flea in Paris is better says Jodee) But I am getting ahead of myself. So the drive to Claistoga is through the east bay area. Kinda windy but I am getting more accustomed to the cross winds. We stopped in the cute town of St. Helena to view our favorite shops. There Winston , the male of our three Westies, met a cute little bitch and promptly fell in love. Several times. Wink wink nod nod know what I mean……. She was a cute little Westie who seemed to love the attention. Joan appeared driving down main street, parked and walked with us. after a nice stroll browsing the shops we continued on toward Calistoga, Jodee jumped ship and rode with Joan, I kept the three Westies as navigators. Arriving at the RV Park in Calistoga, it is at the fairgrouds, we found that appearently an affluent crowd goes to the Calistoga RV park. Our MoHo was definitely out of place among the monstrous glossy diesel pushers that crowded the park. But we plugged in our power cord and popped corks with the best of them. In the morning Jodee and Joan headed off in Joans new jeep to Sonoma, the Westies and I opted for an early start to tackle St. Helena grade over to Lake county to see our friends’ new 200 acre property with 20acre private bass lake. The trip over was a couple hours and uneventfull. We found a nice flat spot next to the bunk house and stretched an electric cord. The Goodwins (owners) showed up and we visited and had wine on the fabulous deck overlooking the lake. Joan and Jodee showed up a few hours later and Joan and I hit the lake looking for bass. Even though it is a private lake, the bass are not pushovers by any means. The top producing method on the lake it turns out is surface poppers!! Who knew!?!? I thought for sure a wolly Bugger on a sink tip line would be deadly…but no. We had a fabulous dinner prepared by chef Kevin with great wines and fun company. Their Rotweillers and our Westies get along fine BTW. Next morning was breakfast on the deck again, some more fishing then time to fire up the diesel and point her south. A very fun trip thanks to all involved! Dave
Saint Patricia the Brave
The MoHosian Patron Saint of Common Sense
Often pictured with a pair of cheap rubber thongs
in one hand and garbage bags in another, Saint
Patricia is known for leading the neophyte
MoHosians(MoHosianites) out of theValley of
Sacramento into the verdant hills of Redbluff and
a Super Walmart on I-5,where the MoHosianites
took solace in many modern conveniences. Flush
toilets, hot water and reasonably priced pre-
cooked poultry to name only a few. Our Lady of
Common Sense had imparted great knowledge on
the long, neigh, extremely long trip out of the
valley. (Slow goeth the MoHo uphill)High up on
the list were cheap rubber thongs to wear into the
public showers in the parks of RV’s. (So as not to
be smited with the foot of the athlete.) Garbage
bags, a must, but somehow forgotten by the
MoHosianites who were more concerned with
crown molding in the Rolling Head.
They were fortunate to have her with them on
this inaugural journey. And brave (or just mighty
bored of the Valley) was she to accompany them.
The MoHo was struck with wind, rain, sleet and
extreme heat. She stood by them through it all.
The “sacrificing” of the rental car’s transmission
in Kirkland; walking the vertical streets of Seattle;
sweltering in the unusual May heat wave(when
the MoHo was discovered to be air condition
challenged), she remained stalwart, calm, and
good natured.
When you see her likeness displayed on MoHo
dashboards , coffee mugs and tee shirts(available
soon at MoHoLiving.com), think of this brave
woman and how you too, should remain stalwart,
calm and above all, good natured.
Mo Ho , Mo Ho an RV life for me
Sung to the famous pirate tune of yor. Mo Ho Mo Ho an RV life for me! So an appropriate name is a must to go with the pirate RV persona. Captain Jack Sparrow? already taken. Captain Jack Robin? too literal. Captain Jack Daniels? anybody? Beuller? Beuller? …….Perfect! So today was mother’s day. Dave called his Mom I called my Mom. Then I took Jodee for coffee and croisant. Later we did household stuff and I prepared the MoHo for a Mom’s day excursion to the beach. Cheese and cracker plate , smoked chicken salad , dark chocolate LuLu cookies and of course fine champagne in a bucket of ice! We parked at Seacliff beach and enjoyed french music on the stereo and sipped Perrier Jouet then Chandon. a lovely afternoon turned to evening. As we were about to leave friends Tom and Beth (Jeannies mom and dad) stopped to visit. a lovely Mom’s day!! Capn’ Jack
Striving to bring current time to bear
So this trying to update the MoHo log to present time is difficult as the MoHo jurney continues in thought and fact and yet the journey to visit Dave, Sarah, Sean, Sunyi,Jeannie and Joni is not replete. Nor complete for that matter. So I will just give the facts in incomplete pieces; the Rv park in Isiqua (sp) was very nice, off the freeway a ways, trees space…. very nice. Jeannie overcame mapquest to visit. I destroyed a rental car. Sarah was very nice. Sean and Sunyi were fun to see and Joni was doing well. Then we drove home. LMAO. yea that sums it up. Dave
I 5 is very looooong
I-5 North at 55 miles per hour is a very long road. Previously we had wondered at the “RV Parks” on the side of the road and wondered who would drive long distances to stay in these………ummmm………desolate areas?? Well as it turns out these are the true essence of the Oasis of old. Much like traversing a desert and finding a single tree, these beacons of luxury (electricity and cable to every site) were a siren song to a weary sailor. OK fine my metaphors may run into each other a bit. Our first “RV Park” was Happy RV or some such fabulous name calling to me from the open road. Jack Keroack would have loved this place! Actually he probably would have liked it…. draw your own conclusion here. We pulled in with a drizzling rain and impending darkness. Found the closed office, read the rules and suggestions, found an empty space and in short order I was drinking a gin and tonic watching TV with MoHo Mama (I know her really really well) fixing hor deourves. Life was good.
So the MoHo hits the road
With my doubts about the longevity of MoHo’s engine, we hit highway one north. We are actually doing fifty five miles per hour !! We merge onto highway seventeen and start to S L O W ……… Now we are doing 30 miles per hour. It is fun,,,,interesting watching the cars zoom bye. Not for the last time. So you have a lot of time to ruminate on life while fighting the steering wheel to control the beast in cross winds….. Oh wait…… no you don’t.
The MoHo has been on it’s innaguaral trip
Hello world, We worked feverishly to make the MoHo habitable. We delayed our start by 24hrs and worked right up to that new time. The MoHo was ready !!!! But were we? Well Jodee had invited my mother to join us and our three dogs, oh did I mention my mothers’ dog was to join us also ??? Late breaking news!!!! One of my sisters, Margaret, generously offered to come and dogsit all four dogs at our house while we were gone. Margaret…you are a saint ! So later rather than earlier we set out on our first day. Jodee, MoHo Mama to those who know her well, and my Mom did an after you Alphonse, NO after YOU Alphonse routine as to who was to sit up front in the captains chair while I drove. Little was I to know that this routine would continue for seven days…..
Hello world!
This is the log of the Starship Enterp………. well ok fine not really. this is an informal account of our journey into MOtorHOme living. We bought an old motorhome with a hopefully sound engine and drive train. Then proceeded to rip out everything except the headliner and replace it all. Quite a job. Above we see some before….priiittty
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