Now that we're officially RVers and have the internal necessities for survival and comfort, we agree that a family road trip is in order. The location: Pismo Coast Village. The time; Christmas break. My parents have a trailer they drive out from Springville while we follow them out along scenic highway 58. My sister and her family have a massive five star trailer that on command, is towed into their reserved site at the village. Upon arrival the village is nearly empty, mostly because it's a Wednesday and secondly because it's the off season. We find our site and instantly feel right at home in this new world.
We circle the wagons, plug in and hook up. RV speak for we now have water and power at our disposal. There are ducks and squirrels galore, both to the delight of our two wiener dogs and our bouncing baby boy. The PCV is quite nice, and the regulars have not flown south for the winter. We even get some familiar nods for our retro bago; high marks for the Hawk. The days leading up to Christmas eve are spent with walks on the beach, large camp meals, swimming at the heated pool, chasing ducks and playing 'cornhole' with the family. Cornhole is the bean bag version of 'horseshoes'.
Logan's routine is as normal as we can make it, but he realizes there is fun to be had and cheats his way through afternoon naps. We typically find him peaking out the bago curtains half way through a nap, or as we like to call it, adult time. So adult time has given way to kid time but that's just fine with us. We're roughing it; not in a tent and not in a hotel.Our plan is to stay until Christmas Eve morning and drive home to spend Christmas Eve with April's family. We spend a very Charlie Brown eve together with my family and pack up for our journey home.
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| This is the 'Time to let me out' look. |
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| Christmas Eve Eve with the family before our journey home. |
Now that we're officially RVers and have the internal necessities for survival and comfort, we agree that a family road trip is in order. The location: Pismo Coast Village. The time; Christmas break. My parents have a trailer they drive out from Springville while we follow them out along scenic highway 58. My sister and her family have a massive five star trailer that on command, is towed into their reserved site at the village. Upon arrival the village is nearly empty, mostly because it's a Wednesday and secondly because it's the off season. We find our site and instantly feel right at home in this new world.
We circle the wagons, plug in and hook up. RV speak for we now have water and power at our disposal. There are ducks and squirrels galore, both to the delight of our two wiener dogs and our bouncing baby boy. The PCV is quite nice, and the regulars have not flown south for the winter. We even get some familiar nods for our retro bago; high marks for the Hawk. The days leading up to Christmas eve are spent with walks on the beach, large camp meals, swimming at the heated pool, chasing ducks and playing 'cornhole' with the family. Cornhole is the bean bag version of 'horseshoes'.
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