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Travel Blogs from Santa Margarita
... nice for his first one!
I met Dave over at the boat ramp to pick him up a couple of hours later. We left and went by the KOA which was right outside of the lake and took awesome hot showers. He told me that after he lost that fish he overheard the guy in the boat talking to another fisherman who asked how big the fish was and the guy told him, “he said it was 8 or 9, but he’s full of it, it was at least 10!”. Hahaha, I ...
... read, “lake level 56%” Wow!
The sun has been brutal on my face even with sunblock and I forgot to bring a hat so I bought a huge brimmed hat at the marina store and we set out in our canoe. It was a little bit windy which makes it difficult when you’re trying to fish and maneuver a canoe, but thankfully we managed to get across the main channel and into a protected cove. We stayed back there for over an hour. We pulled up to the shore and Dave got ...
PICTURES OF BRYCE NATIONAL PARK
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PICTURES OF LAS VEGAS
9/9/13....Arrived in California. Little town of Santa Margarita, which is 20 minutes from San Luis Obispo. Norm, one of Scott's ibew buddy's found this campground and has been awaiting our arrival. He has been in California working and playing for the last 9 months.
9/10/13....Norm's party is tonight. Has ...
... through San Francisco. Usually we stay on 101 through town. This time we took a bridge (or two) and drove through Berkeley ---five lanes of slow traffic. Finally we were on the southern side of SF.
As we drove along we read about the Salinas area and Steinbeck territory. The more we talked, the more we convinced ourselves to stop in Salinas and see the ...
... view mirror, was amazing. Gary just kept saying, "I can't believe we're in CA." It was mile after mile of mountains and vales and rolling hills all cloaked in ten different shades of green and forests of trees with swaying spanish moss and cows lightly scattered and grazing these hills. I kept saying, "I want the milk that comes from those happy cows."
We hugged the coast as much as possible, but didn't really hit a beach town until Pismo.