The weather has been unseasonably warm for the past several weeks, so I have the travel trailer out of storage and on the road again. Unfortunately, none of my lady friends can get away with me, I am the Lone Ranger.
My first RV adventure of 2018 has me headed up Highway 1 to Morro Bay, home of that big rock. I pulled into Morro Dunes RV Park just after two and was lucky enough to snag a spot next to the dunes, within walking distance of Morro Creek. Several eyes watched me get settled, mostly retired folks enjoying a carefree day in the sun.
In no time the slide and awning are rolled out and the water and electric lines are connected. I enjoyed a healthy salad and some fruit for lunch before walking around the RV Park and sand dunes. The park appears to be just over half full. Most of the rigs are fifth-wheels, and tower over my little 25-footer. Many have temporary front yards consisting of fake grass, white picket fences and the ubiquitous signs identifying the occupants. People like Fred and Harriet; Martha and Frank; also, the Dillards from Wisconsin. Every RV'er of a certain generation loves to identify themselves to the world.
I stroll through the grounds and share greetings with several people. A private gate leads to the sand dunes, so I walk along the dunes for the better part of an hour before returning to my home away from home. This first night is rather quiet, which suits me fine. I prefer to unwind after towing my rig for several hours. After dinner I pop a DVD into the player and nod off halfway through the movie.
The sun rises early the next morning and so do I. I'm refreshed and ready to see what is in store for the day. I have my bicycle with me; I plan to ride several miles around town and along the beachfront. I've gotten into a routine of biking around the Bob Jones Bike Trail at home with a special lady. It's been good for my body and soul. I plan to continue riding wherever I go.
After a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs to start my day, I set out for an extended bike tour around Morro Bay. I pedal along Embarcadero down to the Maritime Museum and ride as far as the Morro Bay Aquarium before heading back. The sun is high overhead, the sky is blue, and a gentle breeze blows through the RV Park. After lunch, I change into cargo shorts and flip-flops for another walk around the park.
Many folks are outside soaking up the rays, all dressed for warm weather; men sporting white knee-high socks and ladies in oversized hats fluttering in the breeze. Around the bend from my trailer, I spot two ladies lounging in front of a huge fifth-wheeler. This thing is massive and is owned by Helen and Walt, if the sign outside is correct.
I smile and wave to my neighbors, "Hello ladies, it's a lovely day, don't you think."
"It doesn't get much better than this."
I couldn't agree more. As I walk by their space, the other gal shouts, "Come join us for coffee and Danish. We have plenty and would love the company."
I stop dead in my tracks and look over in time to see the other lady shushing her friend and looking like she doesn't want the company. I'm intrigued; I turn back and step into their RV space. There are two empty chairs, so I sit down and make myself at home.
"Well hello ladies, which one of you is Helen?"
The lady doing the shushing turns out to be Helen.
I turn to the lady who invited me and inquire as to her name.
"I'm Harriet, that's my trailer over there." Harriet points to a space two doors down and across the road. My eyes widen, as her coach is even bigger than Helen's.
"My oh my ladies, you certainly travel in style. Well it's nice to meet you both, Helen and Harriet. It sounds like I could get into double trouble around here."
"Well you just might. And who are you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Rob. I have that little 25-foot travel trailer back around the bend. I'm up from Pismo Beach for a few days."
Both ladies welcome me to the park and Helen offers me a cup of joe, which I gladly accept. Harriet hands me a Danish while giving me the once over. H and H are wearing big floppy hats and sun glasses. I give them the once over as well. They are looking mighty fine in white shorts, halter tops and sandals.
"I love the big floppy hats, are you sisters?"
Helen responds, "Just good friends and traveling buddies. Our husbands have known each other since childhood."
I inquire about their hubbies and they both have that look of disdain.
Harriet adds, "Well, when we see them, they are usually drinking beer and smoking cigars. But most of the time they are out on the boat fishing all day. Once we get settled into an RV Park, they are off together, and we rarely see them during the day. It's OK, Helen and I have fun together. You know the old saying,
When the cats are away."
I look at Helen and she has a big grin on her face. I wonder what these two ladies have in mind. I would love to find out, so I ask a lot of questions and offer a lot of information of my own. I tell them about my hobbies with biking and walking and camping.
Helen relates, "We love camping in Pismo Beach, right there at the Pismo Coast Village RV Park. Hey Rob, do you ever go up to Avila Beach? Harriet and I love that beach. When the boys are out fishing, we'll spend the day sunning ourselves and walking along the shore."
"Yes, I do. That's my favorite beach as well."
Harriet adds, "We love those big rocks at the far end of the beach."
I think to myself,
that's way over in the clothing-optional section. I wonder if these two lovely ladies get naked.
"Yes, Helen and I love watching all those naked men."
"Stop Harriet. Rob doesn't want to hear all about our twisted adventures."
"No worries here, ladies. I love to know that age hasn't dismissed our desires. I'm still going strong myself at sixty."
That made us all laugh. Harriet winks at Helen. The three of us continue to bask in the warm sun, enjoying coffee and conversation. Harriet is the first to make a move to end our afternoon gathering.
"Well, I have a sink full of dishes to clean. Fred left a pile before heading out to fish. I swear, men never clean up after themselves."
I clear my throat at that comment. Harriet smiles at me, "Well, most men."
"Rob, it was very nice to meet you. I hope we see more of you this week. Helen, don't keep Rob all to yourself."