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.



One would wonder why it is called gray water – other colors are a better description! Great entry – you are getting the “hang of things” quickly! Miss you…..
I don’t think Uncle Rod ever let me hook up the lines for the gray or black water. I don’t think I could have done it. You are doing a fantastic job. I am thoroughly enjoying your postings.
Thanks! I never thought I would be able to do it either! I hope to start updating more often but I haven’t had access to a computer this week. Thanks for following along!
I got turned on to your site while reading the comments over on thelonglonghoneymoon website. We (me, wife and kids) are new 5th wheelers so I spend a lot of my time (at work of course) reading as much as I can on the forums and blogs – daydreaming about future trips. Just wanted to let you know that I am thoroughly enjoying reading yours and look forward to your future posts. I am also wondering if i need this connector?!?
Thank you for reading! It means a lot! I just checked out your site and your pictures of Yosemite and Yellowstone are incredible…especially the bear pictures. Wow! My husband and I were very impressed.
As for the connector…no…you probably don’t need it.
As it turns out, I think we actually had the proper connector, I was just clueless and not using it properly. My husband informed me of this much later…and then laughed at me. A lot.
And, Alabama fan, eh? I come from a long line of Auburn fans.
Most of my extended family lives in Alabama. My parents grew up in B’ham.
Thanks for the compliments! We really enjoy trying to capture the wildlife and scenery when we can.
Auburn, eh? Well no one is perfect