The Road to Trinity Lake KOA

Vagabond, gypsy, wanderer, we’ve been called many things but truthfully we just have the coolest job ever!  Our latest destination is Lake Trinity KOA in Trinity Center, California.  The Californian Alps… like Shasta, and Lassen baby!  I’ve been so excited since it was offered to me that I was almost afraid to commit it to paper.  I have a “two day” rule that kind of follows me around.  Some people have a ten second rule for eat cookies off the floor… I have a two day KOA rule that changes the location of where I am going next… it goes like this… if the big cheese or the bigger cheese offers me a location, I say “great!”  Then I wait two days before I repeat this knowledge to anyone else.  No news?  Great!  Start making arrangements… but don’t get too comfy, cuz there is another two day window just prior to departure.  All Cheeses reserve the right to change their mind. 

I feel safe to publish my excitement for Trinity Lake KOA since I have passed both sides of the “two” day KOA rule… and on top of that I am only “two” days away from arriving in said locale, we are more than “two” thirds of the way across the country. GREAT!

The journey to Trinity is paved with I-10 this time of year.  Each time we pondered a more northern route, the forecast of snow quickly changes our mind.  Alas, we have stayed on I-10. 

Did you know it takes 2 days to get out of Florida?  After that Alabama and Mississippi fly by and you end you in Louisiana.   Louisiana’s cajun food, bayou music, and an infectious zest for life have always called out to me… but is it not to be on this trip… Texas looms large on the horizon.
Texas is wide… really wide… like three days wide going from east to west via I-10.   Thankfully we had a stopover at Lake Conroe KOA and broke bread with some KOA Kompadres.  It’s always great to see a friendly face along the road.   Thanks! 
Then we had a bit of rig trouble… which put us on a beeline for Phoenix where we had an appointment for repairs.  Wanting to get somewhere fast doesn’t get you there fast… nor does it give you the luxury of planning our timing.  We hit rush hour in Houston, San Antonio, and El Paso… just lovely.  

We spent a night at a scary roadside motel/campground in nowheresville.  I can’t believe we didn’t take pictures… lol.  They put us next to (inches) the building, we could only put one slide out, our door opened up to a view inside the dumpster, and they charged us $45.    Ruth said she could see the “I Love KOA” mantra circling my head.  In the morning our host offered to lift the electric lines with a pole for us to pull out.  We opted to back all the way out to the street rather than risk electrocution.  We didn’t notice until later that stuff was stolen out of the back of our truck.

Happy to cross into New Mexico is a slight understatement.  We counted down the last 10 mile-markers of Texas, hooted and hollered and kissed the dogs… the only thing missing was “auld lang syne” on the radio.    

For everything that didn’t feel right about Texas this time, New Mexico did.   Ruth feels a kinship to the Red rock and the mountain buttes.  Me?  Well, I am amused by the rest stop signs.  I know weird right?  Somewhere in this area, they start to warn you for snakes and scorpions… great!  I have to admit to Ruth that it is some beautiful country. .. perhaps someday… I ponder as I fall asleep all safe and cozy at my Las Cruses KOA.

Until next time... Peace, Luv, and Sweet Dreams,

barbie