The Dent House
Travel Blogs from Ojai
Last night we never had any baby cots and jojo had the most uncomfortable sofa bed ever, so at various times last night I had every one on this holiday in my bed!! A dreadful nights sleep all round, and I needed 4 cups of coffee before I even started to function this morning!
Today we had a quick 2 hour drive to our final destination of Ventura. The beach here is lovely and we played at the seaside all ...
... say that this place rates pretty high on the "living the good life" scale.
We met a Carpinteria resident this afternoon who passed by our campsite on his way to his daily 5 mile walk of the beach. He was slender and healthy looking, ruddy cheeked and quick to smile. His handshake was a vice-grip, which belied his 82 years. He said he was really happy in Carpinteria and has lived here 20 years. He likes the quiet and the peacefulness and ...
... spending about $4 for less time but enjoyed watching my ups and downs in Poker.
We enjoyed driving through Nevada again on our drive home to BC stopping in Lake Mead Recreation Area. We camped at Callville Campground in the park for only $10 with showers and a camp store included. It was a quiet and nicely laid out park. There is FREE camping available in the Lk. Mead park and also in the Wildlife Management & BLM land outside of Overton. 16.5 miles past Ely ...
... and strawberries. The toast came without butter. ‘How strange’, I thought, and caught the Mexican waiter’s attention.
‘Could I have some butter please?’
‘Er…’ The waiter looked confused.
‘Could I have some butter for my toast please?’ He seemed to understand and off he went. Ten seconds later, another Mexican waiter appeared.
‘You want something?’
‘Yes, some butter ...
... but she did find some tiny golden specks in the wet sand. Gold was a big contributor to the settlement of California, and so the specks could well have been tiny pieces of real gold.
We dried off and kept moving, still having a couple of hours until we would reach out accommodation in San Francisco. The road met up with the 101, and we were flying once more.
My first glimpse of the San Francisco I recognise was the steep rows of houses as the ...