Crusin’ Into Carrizo

About two hours from Gilda’s (our 1997 Eurovan) driveway, is a locale that has a history of spectacular color—and we’ve missed every one of those highly publicized wildflower super blooms. But today was the day when Gilda rolled into 50 shades of yellow, interspersed with magenta, blue, purple, and white — much as if the […]

Escape to Lopez Lake

Yes, I awoke from pleasant dreams on the highest campsite at Lopez Lake, just outside of Arroyo Grande, California. It was another near-staycation not far from home, but someplace Gilda and her drivers had yet to visit. It seemed like a good way to recoup from a nasty week of international and national news — you know spies, and Russians, and misspoken words — stuff I can’t fix.