We woke up in a pristine RV park, soaked up all the electricity and wifi we could, then drove the Northern CA coast towards SF. Highlights include: trees, a particularly good natural foods coop, and a picnic lunch among a field of flowers.
Drawbacks include no water (due to leak), a sticky door, and growing dread that we may need a new clutch.
But the really interesting thing of the day was that we took a totally random exit from the fwy (when Gus woke up from nap), picked the nearest park, then drove past three empty fields before we chose a totally random parking spot next to a forth empty field, then -wait for it – a touch rugby team showed up and started playing right in front of us while we made and ate dinner. Charles made immediate new friends and got to talk with someone about the game he got up to watch in the middle of the night. What are the odds?