Rancho Oso RV & Camping Resort
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- Swimming pool
- Kids activities or Babysitting
- Pets allowed
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... the road, it's not too hard to get to where you want to go. Lots of agriculture between SB and LA, strawberries, fruits of all kinds and huge flower farms line the roads.
Once past LA & surrounds, it's a whole lot of not-much. Hot and flat and dusty roads that stretch out to who-knows-where. We both wonder who lives out here and why? Lots of trailers, bomby looking houses and broken down cars.
Eventually we get to the outskirts ...
... we were moving on to a place called San Simeon. We had a busy day on the way we stopped at Avila beach in the morning, it was a lush morning so was a good plan. Chilling on the beach was nice and taking a walk. We also loved that the beach had swings (kids at heart still!) The beach was pretty busy as it was a Saturday and we were jealous of all the american families setting up there BBQ and picnics. California people have an ...
... had told the GPS 'least use of freeways' and it seemed to take us of the freeway and then straight back on again a few times. Thinking back we may have just been changing freeways. Anyway* once I was off the freeway I didn't get across 2 lanes and back on again a couple of times. The GPS was really slow at deciding we were on the wrong road and recalculating the route. Consequently we did a tour of the back streets of Oxnard and ...
... passenger seat and managed to take a few pictures.
We stayed in an RV park in Santa Barbara that is right on the on-ramp for the I-101 north. Between that and a nearby airport, Bob didn't sleep very well. I went to bed around 4 pm and had a pretty good sleep with no further stomach problems.
... a kiwi who played guitar like no one I have ever seen, strumming, bashing, tapping into a strange but cool sound.
By the time we left the library it was dark and we had nowhere to sleep so headed out along the highway with our backpacks on our backs, there seemed to be nowhere good to camp and after getting fed up with each other we pitched the tent on a pile of branches (thinking it would be comfier than the ground) about 5 metres from the side of the highway, ...