Trip Start Sep 07, 2007
47Trip End Jan 12, 2008
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We checked out of that fine establishment in Visalia, then headed out on the road. It was really pretty interesting heading up the 99 highway-I have never done that before. I know that most of us don't think 'agriculture' when we think California, but actually we're the leading agriculture state in the country. We passed tons of farms, orchards and dairies. Lots of cows. We saw plenty of familiar names-Kraft (I guess they do need cows to make the milk to make their cheese and such), Blue Diamond Almonds, Del Norte-to name a few. It was really kinda cool. I wouldn't mind doing this same drive again, perhaps in the spring, when things are in bloom. Especially the nut and citrus trees. That would be pretty.
When we finally arrived in Tracy, we headed straight to the campground where we had reservations. The only one in town, I might add. We had gotten there early since we wanted to spend the late afternoon and evening with my friend, Kim. Well, the campground was pretty rough-only about 20 sites, most of which were occupied by RVers who obviously live there. And who don't seem to care much about cleanliness. And several of them stared at us suspiciously, making us feel very unwelcome. Hmmm. When I tried to check in, the note on the door said they'd be back in an hour. Okay, well, I already don't like this place, and now we have to go kill an hour waiting for them to return so we can get a site assignment. We decided to go to lunch. A couple hours later, tired and headachy now, we returned. No note on the door now, but it is locked and no one is answering. Now what? I tried calling the phone number-no answer. So we left-again-and meandered around town for awhile, looking for alternatives. After making a bunch of phone calls, and looking at local mobile home parks (thinking one of them may accept overnight RVers), we found that there were still no options. Really tired, and now irritated, we went once more to the original place. This time when I knocked on the still-locked door, I could hear shouting. The office is attached to the manager's residence, and folks inside the house were having a loud, heated argument. I continued knocking and calling out, hoping to distract them from the fight and get someone to come help us. After several minutes of this, the shouting had escalated to severe obscenities, and I decided that I had completely had it with this place. It was definitely time to leave.
We decided that being really close to Kim's house was just not going to happen, and we found an RV campground in Manteca, about half an hour away. It was more expensive, and, again, a bit further away, but at this point we didn't care. Nor did we have a choice. We were also too tired and bugged at this point to go out for the evening, so I called Kim and told her we just wanted to get checked in, relax, and go to bed early. We'd see her tomorrow.
When we got to the French Camp RV resort, I believe the heavens opened up and the angels began to sing. This place is REALLY nice. Large sites, great amenities, large, open fields of grass, a golf course next door, a winery across the street-who could ask for more?We are so much happier here.