Well, as you can see from our current location, we made it out of Gilroy OK! Altogether, a fairly painless day. Geri and I both slept in, perhaps lulled in continuing sleep by the sonorous vibrations of the generator, which is really very quiet. Don was up at his usual time, doing the rounds of his news sources on the web. At least that's what he claims. I have no way of verifying this. Anyway, Geri got her fresh coffee, I got my breakfast, and Don got ready for our morning walk.
We drove through Gilroy to a huge park in the hills above the town, and Don let me out to wander wherever I felt like going. There were big open, grassy fields, lots of tables and benches, and cooking areas with massive barbeque pits. Don finally told me that this was the park where they hold the annual Gilroy Garlic Festival, which is attended by thousands of people from all over. He said that they had attended the Festival one year, long before I became a family member, and had a wonderful time eating everything that was immersed in garlic. He said they even had garlic ice cream! They would like to do it again, but, since dogs aren't allowed in the Festival, they'd rather do things that I can be a part of. Now, if that isn't Puppy Love, I don't know what is!
When we got back to the RV Shop, we learned that the new transfer switch had been delivered, and they were ready to install it! A couple of hours later, the unit was in place, wired, and tested to everyone's satisfaction. Geri made a startling discovery that our supposedly top of the line Alpine radio, which had been a conveyor of nothing but crackling, hissing interference noises since day one, was now receiving perfectly! Needless to say, everyone was thrilled with the results, and we hit the road happily. The remainder of the day was uneventful, with the only grumbling heard was from Don, when he was charged twenty bucks to cross the Benicia-Martinez Bridge. He said something about when he was watching it being built, he never thought that he would have to buy it.
We're in an RV Park that we've stayed in before and like a lot, except that it's always hot when we're here. Apparently it was too hot for Don to cook, as a pizza showed up shortly after we got here. They both said that it was very good, though it didn't result in a lot of residue on the plates for me; a little bite of crust was all that was left. Don't get me wrong, not complaining; nobody is likely to call the SPCA to report me as a dog being starved.
Tomorrow we head northward again, and Geri is making noises like she'd enjoy stopping in Medford for some shopping; we'll see how that plays. Hope your day was as good as ours! Nitey Night!
I smell garlic!
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