Trip Start Apr 10, 2008
31Trip End May 31, 2008
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Pismo Beach RV Park
A moment in time…
Thursday, April 24th, 2008
Have you ever had a moment where time slows down so dramatically that in 10 seconds of time, it seems like you have an hour to think about how you got there and what to do about it?
A little regret, a little fear, a little “I told you so” goes through your mind?
Well, dear readers…Tonight Micah and I left the trailer in the RV park and took the truck out for a little drive at sunset. We drove down through some quaint little towns north of Pismo beach.
I thought we might walk on the beach, maybe get an ice cream and take some photos. It was going to be a quiet, simple evening. Micah, however, had some other plans in mind for us. My dear husband (I think in a split second decision really) thought it might be fun to drive Otis out on the beach. This is where our story of when time stood still starts…
I think my words were something along the lines of “What are you doing!?” and “dear lord, no!” when he went down the steep ramp onto the powdery white sand…And it was only about 10 feet into it that we came to a slow, sinking stop…Forward, backwards…dig dig dig…”I can get us out of this”….Forward backwards….find a rock…dig, dig, dig…
For about an hour, I sat in the cab of the truck, drinking my ginger ale and munching on a dark chocolate mint Dagoba bar I had stashed in there the day before (thanks Jennifer). I was calm. I was not going to get my ice cream but I was calm…What could one do? My thoughts
were…”Seriously…he thought this was a good idea? Bless his heart!”
By the time Micah came up with plan B, the passenger rear wheel was spinning on its own and we couldn’t get anywhere. Micah, after a valiant effort, realized he was defeated. He had seen a car pull in down the beach (they stayed on the pavement) and micah went to ask him to call a tow truck. Micah came back to the truck telling me that the man that called the tow truck was over there with an ax and that he was a little nervous.
Turns out they were a very nice California couple who had started an “Indian fire” on the beach (cut the wood with the ax) and they invited us to come on down when we got pulled out. We did join them for a few minutes to thank them again and let them know our website address. I had
a graceful exit of two trips up the tall beach stairs but we are now safe and sound back in the trailer.
Please look at the pictures…the Video is a little long for Flickr but when you see us next, you can see it! Micah will blog about his side of the story soon too… It was our little honeymoon adventure to remember…
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008
We arrived in Pismo Beach and quickly set up camp right along a lagoon within walking distance of the Pacific beach. It was wonderful. I personally love the ocean and just feel a sense of charge whenever I am near it.
E and I walked down to the pier nearby and took a few pictures of the sunset, a sea lion, and various other shots. It was a bit chilly, so we did not stay too long. We walked up the boardwalk to a nearby pub called Scotty’s and had a bite to eat and a couple of drinks. A nice
end to a long day of driving.
The next morning we took a stroll on the beach where I promptly found a whole sand dollar every two to three feet of walking distance! There must have been several hundred “dollars” worth all over the beach. I picked up several and decided that there were just too many. I put them back down and took a couple of pictures…keeping about five in my front jacket pocket.
We made our way back to the trailer to plan our day. I was leaning over to plug in the computer when I heard ‘crunch’. I only had one dollar left and some ‘change’. Quite upsetting, but I figured I could get more tomorrow.
Lunch in Pismo beach was great at a little place called The Splash Cafe.
Clam chowder is their specialty, and I confess, it was quite good! If you ever find yourself in Pismo, try it! Later that afternoon, we decided to take a drive around and see the scenery. We soon came upon a nice stretch of beach that looked like a good place to take a romantic walk.
There was even a paved ramp that led down to the shoreline!
Like the Sands through the Hourglass…
I thought that this would be a good place for newlyweds to take a twilight time stroll on the beach…well that is what I thought.
I drove down the ramp and stopped just short of the sandy beach to make sure that the sand would support Otis (my truck). It seemed fine, so I proceeded. Well, it was MORE than fine…it was powdery fine, and soon Otis decided that this was not a good place to take a romantic
walk. In fact he showed me just how quickly newlyweds could get stuck in a rut.I hopped out and started digging. I used rocks, my hands, plastic lids from some tupperware bins we had, everything. But it was too late; Otis was dug in good.
Nothing I did made it any better.After a couple of hours, I knew that I was defeated. I was SHORE TIRED…and after working around the rear wheel on the passengers side for the last half hour, I was also quite EXHAUSTED. Yes, I was SMOKED. (get it? That is where the tail pipe is!)
Axing for Help
I noticed a car parked up on the road and decided to go ask if they were local and knew of a freindly tow truck service. As I approached the darkened vehicle, I noticed a woman walking down nearby steps toward the beach and a gentleman unloading the trunk. I went to inquire with the man, calling out in advance so as to not startle him. Upon hearing my voice, he came around the car with a long handled AXE in his hand.
Oh boy! Here I was stranded out in the middle of nowhere with my new bride and talking to a man in the dark with an axe. Luckily it was for chopping firewood for the bonfire they were about to build and not for me. I asked if he could call me a tow truck to which he quickly agreed.
I was informed that a truck would be out in half an hour.
Let me tell you that a half hour lasts much longer than half an hour when you are stranded on a beach in the middle of nowhere with a man with an axe.
I needed that tow truck here and fast…chop! chop! er ummm I mean, in a hurry!
While we were sitting there waiting, the man and his friend came down to where we were (without the axe) and invited us to come join them by their fire. It was a nice gesture and we would have obliged, but the tow truck showed up just then.
So…a good samaritan, a tow truck, two and a half hours, and $95 later, the tow truck guy, Will, attached his winch and chains and had me out in a fraction of the time that I had been digging. E was nice enough to take lots of pictures and even a bit of video for posterity.
I would like to thank Chris and Tara for their hospitality and assistance.
Also, thanks for not killing us!
Thought for the day:
Sometimes there just aren’t enough rocks.