After a wonderful but hot week in Arizona, we arrived in chilly San Francisco on Saturday. While we have preferred public parks on this journey, I had done some research and knew that private resorts would be our better (but more expensive) option for getting into and out of San Francisco. We chose the San Francisco RV Resort in Pacifica, California, for its somewhat convenient location to public transportation. The private resort was really just an expensive parking lot. But, it offered incredible coastal views and we enjoyed amazing sunsets every night.
Chris did an outstanding job backing into this tight space. The parking lot…er…resort, however, was within walking distance to a grocery store, restaurants, and a much needed barber shop for grizzly Chris. Most importantly, the property is kept clean and has some nice dog walk areas. This was our home for the week.
Sunday was my first full day alone in my aluminum abode. I was excited but a little wary of the day. I was without internet and sitting alone in a parking lot. After cleaning and doing laundry, I got up the courage to hook up the sewer hose on my own. I had dreaded the moment but was desperate to empty the gray water tank (gray water is sink and shower water, not to be confused with the “poo” water, known as black water). So, I waited until our neighbors left to hook up the hose. I didn’t want anyone around just in case the water exploded all over me, which I expect every time we go through this process. I hooked everything up and slowly released the water into the designated sewage hookup. It was a satisfying moment. I strutted back into the Airstream with a grin on my face. I stood proudly inside staring at the gray water’s green status light and enjoying my accomplishment. Suddenly, a knock on the door. It was the resort employee telling me I was missing a necessary connection to the sewer at that park and he could “smell my gray water.” Words I never thought I would hear in my lifetime. He was very nice about it…but my proud moment was gone. I purchased the connector and hopefully no one else smelled my gray water at that park. Ah, the life of the novice Airstreamer.
The rest of the week has gone well. We have departed the city as the conference has ended but may remain in California for a few more weeks. Last night we landed at the incredibly peaceful Coyote Lake-Harvey Bear Ranch County Park outside of San Jose, where Chris finally enjoyed some quality ripstick time…at last.