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Up the coast – it’s our mission. Morro Bay is truly a beautiful place. It’s a tiny fishing and tourist town and, so far, my favorite on the coast. If you come, do not miss a dinner at Taco Temple.

I was too late to book a stay at the state beach, The Strand, which, I understand, is a parking lot on the beach, but, hey, you’re right on the beach. This place, Morro Dunes, is right across the street from the beach. The beach/fishing marinas/tourist area is flat, perfect for senior biking.

We had lunch at a tiny, dog-friendly place across from the docks and the big rock in the bay.

Let’s go out to the rock.

Looking back to the “town” is interesting.
But, apparently, not interestingly enough to get a picture posted here. I don’t think the one above is Morro Bay but WTF. I’m blaming it on the Dude (here in Delta Shores). Remember, this is a Bill and Ted kind of thing – I’m telling stories about the past while trying to Be Here Now – everybody but Debbie gets to answer the question, who wrote ‘Be Here Now’?

Bye, bye, Morro Bay.

It was rather exciting to emerge from inland roads onto Route 1, at times known as the Pacific Coast Highway. A few miles north of Ventura, in Santa Barbara, we made a right into the mountains on a wild ride, the last five miles being among the more interesting, white-knucklers, we’ve experienced.

That sign kind of gets you wondering, and hoping the other guy sees you in the convex mirror.

It really was a ranch of sorts and had a very long and rich history.

The Rancho Oso area has been populated for over 3,000 years, most of it by the Chumash. Then the Spanish missionaries came with their smallpox, a much more effective method of extermination than the Crusades. In the mid 1800’s the land was turned over to an interesting succession of owners, the surrounding properties turned into national forest land, and a campground added about thirty years ago.

I booked this place a little late. All they had for our week was a site in the electric & water (no sewer), “camping”, section. So we squeezed the 42′ Odyssey among the “campers”. It wasn’t so bad. It had some natural elements that the RV section didn’t, like the daily Match of the Turkeys:

How did they know how to yodel at the same moment?
What’s with this one?

Show off.

We drove back through the mountain pass a couple of times to go to Santa Barbara. Not a real impressive town but, the mountains on one side and the ocean on the other? Well, you always know where east and west are.

One day we went to a dog friendly beach. Off the coast are the Channel Islands, the largest of which is Santa Cruz. I tried getting a shot of the surf and Santa Cruz Island in this photo but the bright sunshine prevented me from focusing in on the island just as the earthquake hit. Luckily, I got a nice picture of those playful dogs and a small tsunami coming in:

The same thing happened with this photo. During an aftershock, I thought I was seeing shiny, round rocks, but as you can see, the sunlight blinded me again. The picture was saved by that beautiful doggie bounding along the surf. All God’s creatures… And those waves – so perfectly curved, again, the hand of the One.

I began to wonder though, when God’s creatures, great and round, photo-bombed my selfie. What is wrong with people today?

Butt, we move on. Oh, I’m told there was no earthquake.

The only entertainment we had out on the ranch were the hummingbirds. We started out with one little feeder with two serving flowers. The activity got so frenzied that another day we drove into Santa Barbara just to buy another hummingbird feeder.

Check this out. I counted nine, maybe ten, looking for a sip of sugar water at one time. This picture has about eight or nine in them. A couple of blurs at the bottom of the photo count.

Then I just started snapping when the light was right. The camera on this phone is amazing.

This Acorn Woodpecker tried to get in the act but I think it was just another case of a Californian photo-bombing:

These guys appeared to be contesting the area:

And now, from a different angle.

The camera is good, but it wasn’t fast enough to make a distinction of the two wings seemingly joined as one (lower right). Weird, huh?

If you like these little buggers, and sometimes when they whiz by your ear they sound like bugs, get yourself a feeder. Stir one part sugar into four parts boiling water, let it cool, fill the feeder, and enjoy the show.

And that was Rancho Oso. Note to self, and other RVers – no phone, no internet. Limited wi-fi at the “Adult Lounge”.

Since we didn’t do anything noteworthy in San Diego, I’m counting this place as the beginning of the West Coast Tour. And it’s not exactly on the coast, but it is north.

Antelope Valley Fairgrounds RV Park is a converted parking lot with full RV hookups, but does not belong to either of our clubs. However, it’s only $30 a night. It is right on the fairgrounds property so if you were going to some Spin and Marty Cattle Show, this might be the place to stay. Or, if you were going to the William J. Fox Airfield for the LA County Air Show, you would stay here. No grass, not at all dog-friendly, but close to the air show which was, at best, a three star affair.

We went to an air show in Clear Lake, TX, when we lived there, that was way cooler. And this one had just one vendor selling food. The line was over an hour long. Poor execution. One star off. The planes were good, just no Blue Angels or Thunderbirds. Take off another star.

The next day we went to the Antelope Valley California Poppy Reserve, wondering what-the-heroin this was all about. Certainly nothing on March 24th, and from a quick check on 4/18, a dud this year. But the web site’s picture is pretty.

On Monday it was off to the coast where the airborne creatures were more interesting.

For two weeks, we stayed at Sweetwater Summit Regional Park, a beautiful San Diego county park, about fifteen miles from the ocean.

It wasn’t spectacularly beautiful

but we got a few nice sunsets. Only two here but futsing (I think that’s a good, made-up word) with the camera settings can produce interesting shots:

A morning rainbow is a rarity:

I thought about cropping that one but the rainbow might have been harder to see. (This might like finding Waldo, or Jesus)

And for you old car buffs, this was one guy’s getting-around car:

We have been to San Diego so many times and seen just about every tourist attraction that we only went to the beach twice. Once to have lunch with Andrea’s old work friend, Marney, a like-minded anti-Trump spirit, and her husband, John, a Trump supporter. How does that work? Hi guys! The other time we went to the beach we went to the dog beach.

And that was our uneventful stay in San Diego. Let’s start the trip north. The goal? Oh, did I mention this before? Vancouver, B.C.

We decided that we needed to see the northwest. We’ve been to Alaska, sans RV, but not northern California, Oregon, nor Washington state. The plan is to zig-zag up the coast.

We joined another RV club, Thousand Trails, picking up a camping pass for two regions, the Southwest and Northwest, as well as their “collection”, a handful of nicer parks. With our Coast to Coast membership we’re trying to jump from one club park to another. That will work better when we get up to Oregon and Washington where both clubs have several parks on the coast. We expect to get to Vancouver by mid-July, then come back down to the Columbia River, east on I-94, maybe stop at Craters of The Moon, and then get down to I-70 so we can stop to see friends in Carbondale, CO. Back in Monument by early August. Something like that.

Join us as we start the journey up the coast.

Finally, civilization. I wrote up a review of The Fountain of Youth for a site called rvparkreviews.com and though I gave it a decent review, I took off two stars (out of five), one for distance from civilization, one for the tiny site, door to door with our neighbor. The owner of the park called me to ask me if I’d reconsider and add a star. When I read the review again, it was very positive, except for the stars. Can I blame them for the pain in the ass drive back to the world? I guess not, it was our choice to stay there. So, I changed it to a four.

The site? Yes. That’s on them. However, in hindsight, I’d take an extra half star off the site, despite the view of the sunsets. Our slide almost touched the guy on our driver side, so close we heard his wife laugh at Stephen Colbert shows she recorded (they were in bed by 9), and it sucked to share such a tiny space with our other neighbor. They were in their site first and spread out – their outdoor carpet went under our awning. Then, another half star because it wasn’t worth five otherwise. And the entertainment was terrible and loud, disturbing peaceful nights. So, three stars at best. I might go back and change my review again. You should see the one I just gave the park we’re in now (Santa Cruz Ranch and RV Resort though they are in Scott’s Valley, and Resort is not a word that comes to mind). One more night here. Hope they don’t throw us out. I’ll include portions when I catch up. Did I digress?

We’ve spent a lot of time in Desert Hot Springs. Kind of in the boonies but only 7 miles from food shopping, a good Chinese restaurant, and a Walgreen’s. To me, the best part of our stay this year was the second day there. They brought in outside entertainment. We were trepidatious – the “Best Beach Boys tribute band in the world” at the Fountain of Youth sucked. This night we walked into a room that reminded me of a grammar school lunch room. Uh-oh. Just as we seated ourselves among the fifteen or twenty people there – another uh-oh – the band opened up with the first, very recognizable chords of Cream’s ‘White Room’. Really? And then they cranked it. Following up with ‘All Along The Watchtower’, ‘My Guitar Gently Weeps’, ‘Little Wing’, and on and on.

The guitar player tore through Hendrix, Clapton, Harrison, Santana, Duane Allman, Jimmy Page and just about every good guitar player you ever heard of – in the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s – EXCEPT THE BEST, DAVID GILMOUR! I was blown away. The group’s name was Ghosts of Kelso. Several years back, Andrea and I saw Neil Young and Crazyhorse in Denver and seemingly every song ended in one of those guitar and drum crescendos. Neil was rockin’. The guitar guy in Ghosts of Leon reminded me of that concert and at one point I leaned over to Andrea and said so. Their finale? ‘Rockin in the USA’, complete with behind the head, behind the head, and teeth guitar picking. He blew the roof off. As everyone flowed out of the room – and the crowd had more than tripled during the evening after they heard the music in the farthest parts of the RV park – I had to go up to the stage and shake the hand of the guitar guy. He was great. The bassist drove them well and the drummer kicked some ass. The leader of the band, singer and sometimes guitarist? Perhaps he should find a keyboard player with a good voice.

If you’re going to be in Palm Springs or nearby, these guys do regular gigs at some of the bars. You gotta like classic rock that rocks. They throw in some older stuff too, like ‘Wipeout’ for the drummer to show off, Chuck Berry (again, Kirk, the guitarist knocked it out of the park), one Jimmy Buffet, as well as some U2 (90’s?), but most of it is mid-baby-boomer boomers. Knock your socks off. The 55+++ audience loved it. As I said, if you’re going to be there and like classic rock, check them out – ghostsofkelso.com.

And, yes, I digress.

So, pictures? Not so many. If you recall, last year we stayed at a place and a site that had great views of the snow-capped San Gorgonio Mountain to our right and Mt San Jacinto to our left with a desert full of cacti and palm trees directly in front of us. Sunrises and sunsets were equally beautiful. That was Caliente Springs Resort. This year we decided to change up and try Catalina Spa and RV Resort for February. It’s less than a mile away. The sites are much smaller and the sights are fewer.

I took a couple of pictures of sunsets while driving to the supermarket on Dillon Road. Pretty sure I stopped the car for this. Maybe not.

As I mentioned, the views weren’t as good:

We need to go back to Colorado Springs every few months to get a grandkids fix. You know, that expression, getting a fix, is kind of out of the lexicon now, isn’t it? Used to mean injecting heroin for the addiction. Then we started applying it to anything that we need to do over in our lives that makes us feel better, like that Twinkies fix, or your morning coffee.

Well, when I looked up flights from Palm Springs I found really cheap deals and scooped one up for the second week of February. Next, hotel. Usually, Trivago first shows me The Broadmoor, at a price of $565 a night, and then the realistically priced ones. This time it came up as $175 a night. That’s still about $$$ a night more than we usually spend, but…it’s The Broadmoor! Book it, bozo! For some people, it’s a bucket lister. Count us in. Great deal? Well, there’s also the fine print – resort fee and parking, but they’re extra even at $565. Anyway, getting treated like royalty is nice. The service is deserving of the five stars. Room too. Oh, I have a story about the Broadmoor from my days at Acclaim Entertainment. I stayed in one of the biggest suites in the hotel in 1994. Kind of like the Pick-6 story. I got a lot of stories. I guess that happens if you hang out here long enough.

Some Broadmoor Pics:

We stayed in the West Wing on the first floor and walked about a quarter mile to our room (and to the half dozen and more dudes opening doors, and the valets – valet service might as well be mandatory on the west side, no parking within a half mile, ca-ching! $26 a night! JFC, I coulda stayed at a Motel 6!, is this addendum to a sentence over yet?). Anyway, we walked through several hallways, a couple of which were lined with photos of celebrities who’ve stayed there before.

Didn’t you love Jonathan Winters? If you’ve never seen a It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World, you’ve lived a life without ‘the Big W’. Roll an esmerelda and find that movie. You will laugh for hours – even after the intermission. Really

During our stay the Olympics started. Late at night I got to watch a lot of my favorite sport. You think I’m kidding? Ten years ago I bought this t-shirt at the Colorado Springs Olympic Training Center:

No more smirks at the supermarket. We are Gold medal winners!

The weeklong visit was great. We saw the kids just about every day. Same with doctors. I guess that happens if you hang out here long enough.

Back in Desert Hot Springs, we spent most of the time picking up packages Amazon sent us. The rest of the time we repackaged half of them and sent them back. Just before we moved on, we visited the Palm Springs World War II Aviation Museum. As a teen, I had models of just about every one of these hanging from the ceiling in my room:

Later, after experiencing the world on a different plane, a four foot black light appeared in the room and they all got psychedelic day-glow paint jobs.

The museum also has a Korean War wing:

A few days before we left Desert Hot Springs, I attempted to become an Elks Club member in the local chapter. I didn’t realize how long that process takes. A month later they are letting me know I need to physically be there. Maybe I’ll try again in Colorado Springs. The Elks have RV hookups in many of their lodges.

On March 5th, we left Desert Hot Springs for San Diego. The coast!

Really. Google it. Admission is something like two bucks but it is waived if you buy something. And we did. You will too. From the outside it looks like a scary place – old bars around the windows – attached to a liquor/convenience store. They only open when they want to but usually that is Fri-Sat-Sun. We had scoped out parking the RV on a previous visit, when we tried to get in when closed, and it was easy to get the 42′ motorhome and dinghy in and out. If coming from the north and miss the turn, there’s another driveway 100 yards down the road.

Once you get in, you’re in another world. It is literally bananas.

Someone’s gotta tell me what the deal is here with the peeled one to the right. Look closely:

And more stuff:

And finally, a little where’s Waldo in this one except it’s not Waldo. It’s Jesus with bananas in his hands. If you can locate him then you can say in all honesty that you’ve found Jesus. I did and feel as proud as I do when I find Waldo.

Since the resolution is reduced here you may not find Jesus. If you haven’t found Jesus and would like the original, 3.17mb photo, email me and I’ll send it to you. I hope you find Jesus.

On to Desert Hot Springs. Couldn’t find him at Salvation Mountain. Couldn’t find him in East Jesus, but Lordy, Lordy, I found Jesus in The IBM.

Wait, before we go to the edge – hold on, “the edge” is being kind, the guy who built Salvation Mountain is flat out fucking nuts – of sanity, check out our new (January) overhead dining light. We hated the piece that came with the Odyssey and we hated everything we saw at Camping World and online, so, we went to a Lowes.

This little section is for RVers or those who would like to learn a little about our world. 100% of the built-in lighting in our RV is 12volt DC. You don’t need to plug in to have light – that’s a plus. Most of it’s ugly – negative. We have purchased a couple of 120v AC table lamps because we are plugged in 99% of the time. One of those has an owl base and the shade is a black and white Manhattan skyline. With a beautifully embroidered and framed, 8×16 Mets logo in the windshield – oops, I’m told that has been banned and sits in a storage box (sorry Tricia, your sister did it), a Mets pillow (from one of those giveaway weekends when I had season tickets) also, that is, now alone, in the windshield, the “NY” Giants logo on the Jeep’s spare tire cover, and the Manhattan skyline on a steering wheel table (a good use of dead space when staying a while), there’s no mistaking where we came from – yet people look at our Montana plates and ask what part of Montana we’re from. (Yes, Miss Krippenstaple, long, run-on sentence. Sue me.) But I digress.

Andrea started researching RV lighting after one of our kitchen fluorescent lights (again, 12v DC) blew and almost caught fire. I mentioned this previously. A little detail here for RVers. Besides a wall switch that controls both fluorescents, each light has its own on/off. To avoid future excitement, I turned the bad one off and I jumped on the light replacement bandwagon. Seems as though everyone is replacing fluorescents with 12v DC led strips so I bought some on Amazon. Not needing a ballast and all that clunky hardware, I snipped the wires coming from the ceiling into the ballasts, removed that junk, the bulbs, and extra wires, and hard-wired the led strips to the ceiling wires. I ran the strips back and forth across the reflective metal several times – the led strip has a sticky back – and wow! Brighter than before. Next one won’t need as many led’s.

For you electrical novices, there are websites to guide you in this modification, even a You-tube, I think. Just understand that you’re not dealing with killer voltage so don’t be afraid.

Back to the dining overhead. Andrea impressed upon me the fact that though standard lighting thingies sold at retailers like Lowes are intended for 120v AC, if you screw in a 12v DC light and wire it to a DC power source, it will work just fine, safely. The trick is finding screw-in DC bulbs. At Lowes, this light fixture jumped out at Andrea and said “buy me”. She loved it. We bought it.

But, they only had one DC bulb that fit. It was hard finding bulbs, even online, so why not try the strip lighting again?

I lined the top of it, rerouted the incoming wires to the strip lighting and it looks great (first picture is with strip lighting). The light is more evenly distributed.

The original RV light had a push button switch, no wall switch as it is in the slide. I surgically removed the switch and rigged it on a hidden bar on top of the light but that was only until I got this installed:

Oh, and those are the strip lights. That remote control was easy to install. It even dims. I ended up buying a few different remotes because the same manufacturer uses the same RF signal – it would end up controlling the bathrooms and kitchen lights (when I get to them). I also bought easy plug-in connectors (bottom) to avoid dealing with loose wires:

The remote signal receiver is on the left. Different remote than one in picture with led strip box.

This particular brand of remote, sold by a dozen different Amazon retailers – buy the cheapest, they’re all the same – gets mixed reviews. Many say it craps out after one use. I agree. But somebody posted a fix. Every couple of days the remote seems to stop functioning. It has a couple of “Speed” +/- buttons for blinking speed. I suppose that’s for when you’re smoking some good California Kush, but if you press both buttons simultaneously, it restores functionality. The lights blink several times and then it works.

And that’s all about RV lighting.

Ok, already. On to Salvation. What a mountain. If you are staying in Palm Springs and need a quirky adventure, this is it. I think the pictures speak for the sculptor though you can Google this place and learn more:

There’s a photo-bomber everywhere. Maybe Michael Jackson coming back as a woman.

Just a half mile down the road is a town, and yes, you can go to Google maps and find it, East Jesus. If you think Salvation Mountain ain’t crazy enough, you can totally drop out in East Jesus, population 6. I spoke to the chief resident and he gave me that approximate number (as of Jan 21).

Welcome to East Jesus:

The interesting irony of all the peace, Love, Jesus, and God stuff is the constant background noise of machine guns, artillery and mortar fire, and ground shaking bombs. The Chocolate Mountain Gunnery Range is very close by.

If you continue south and follow 112 around the bottom of the Salton Sea, the Sonny Bono National Wildlife Refuge awaits you. Total bore. You can see the same birds everwhere in the area.

Just down the block (west), turn north and at the end of that road is a giant pile of obsidian.

We picked up a bagful of the shiny glass, from quarter inch pieces to six inches square. I’m going to do something with it. Not quite sure what yet. Stay tuned. Suggestions?

We left the Fountain of Youth on February 2nd, but had one stop to make up the road on 112 on our way to Desert Hot Springs. Next installment is The International Banana Museum.

Leaving nowhere in Arizona, you go further into nowhere. I love driving nowhere.

Go look up the Salton Sea in Google Maps. It’s nowhere, right? Now find The Fountain of Youth Spa, about halfway down the east side of the sea. It’s all by itself, forty-five miles from shopping and a Walgreen’s. Yeah, it shows Bombay Beach on the map. More on that later.

We got a site that was very tight. The RV in the site next to us faced east while we faced west. Our doors faced each other. Our awnings almost touched. The good news – the rows of RVs are tiered and facing west, we had an unimpeded view of the Salton Sea and more gorgeous sunsets than we saw in Gold Canyon, in just a month.

These were just a few:

After a trip up to the stores in Indio, I was racing to get back before dark, but had to stop near the “Sea” (I have no idea why it’s not a lake), because the sunset was so breathtaking:

I forgot to mention another key feature of the park. Due to it’s remote location with one road going in and one out, making a silencing a dubious prospect, the Secret Service has, apparently (or for legal purposes perhaps I should say, allegedly), been using, or more likely, built, the Fountain of Youth for its witness protection program. Unfortunately, some of the inmates, er, campers, stand out.

A month away from civilization will have you searching for side trips and we had a few. The pictures from those are too numerous for just one posting.

We took a few at the (not-so) high-brow Bombay Beach, which I’ll post here but the other trips deserve their own posts.

That was the nice part of town facing the beach.

From the beach we saw what at first looked like a miss by one of the many bombers and massive artillery from the Chocolate Mountain Gunnery Range, just a couple of miles east of the Fountain of Youth, but it turned out to be controlled burns of entire fields of grasslands.

To follow:
Salvation Mountain
East Jesus
And, The International Banana Museum

The distance between Gold Canyon and our January hideaway on the east side of the Salton Sea was just a bit further than we’d care to drive in a day. And what’s the rush? So we went a little out of our way to stay at Ramblin Roads RV Resort.

The address says Salome, AZ but it’s really just all by itself at the point where AZ 72 intersects with US 60. Actually, it’s not by itself. Across the street is the Little Church of Hope but by the looks of the town of Hope, which is just a few cactuses down the road, I kept saying, the Church of Little Hope. The truth is, there’s a sign on the other side of the couple of houses that declare themselves to be the town of Hope that reads, “You Are Now Beyond Hope”. Really.

Anyway, we had stayed at Ramblin Roads before and liked it. Nice place, but nothing truly exceptional. I was pretty tired after the drive and lay down for a minute. An hour later a sliver of light came through a hole in the shade of the rear window. I lifted the day night shade and was blown away by the sunset. I opened the window and was disappointed by a blah sunset.

A few weeks earlier, we put some simple window darkening film on the bedroom windows. I doubled up on that window by my head. I kind of liked the effect and the reflection on the side of the rear panel of the RV. I fooled around with the camera settings to get different looks.

It’s a Happy New Year, so far.

You can call them holiday lights and you’d be politically correct, but wrong. They are for JC’s birthday. Nobody puts up lights at this time of the year for anything other than JC’s birthday. So, Happy Birthday JFC. Turn on the lights, Phoenix!

We heard that the Mormon Church of Phoenix puts out a pretty good light display for the birthday boy. Then Andrea found a web site of a local radio station that listed the best 100 private home Christmas lights displays. Those homes owners had volunteered their addresses to be listed. We looked at the listings and tried to pick the ones with lights in at least the six figures. Yeah, some of them are really proud of their massive electric bills. Whatever, let’s go.

The Phoenix highway system is, by far, the easiest to navigate of any city we’ve been in, so we weren’t too concerned with which houses to visit, in terms of distance. That said, it still took a few hours to see just seven houses and the Mormon Church – the first night. We had so much fun, we went back two days later and saw seven or eight more houses.

It’s such an easy city to get around. If you want a cheap winter, or near winter, getaway, Frontier and Southwest compete to get you there. The lights go up about two weeks before Christmas. There’s enough to see, other than the lights, for a week. Check it out. Hey Phoenix Tourism Board – hire me! Or send me discount coupons!

The Mormon Church was our first stop.

The next one was carnival-like. People were parked up and down the streets. This house was a good start.

After that first “private” house, it was all a blur, but fun. The address for this one was just the street. Every house on the street got into the act. There were limos at the end of the block – lights tours. There were two, maybe three horse-drawn carriages taking people up and down the street. There were a couple of vendor trucks serving hot dogs, hot chocolate, and ice cream. People wandering around like blinded zombies. Fun atmosphere.

This next one was the lone house on the block lit up but you could see it a few blocks away. It was pretty damn cool.

We got out at the next one and sat down in the driveway to watch a few minutes of Tim Allen in ‘The Santa Claus’. We saw people with popcorn and then got a bagful at the popcorn machine. The host then brought us some hot chocolate. Nice touch. The rest of his property was a sea of lights.

A few more:

The one above included the obligatory radio station to tune into the Trans Siberian Orchestra performance of ‘Christmas/ Sarejevo 12/24’. We saw them live at the ice arena in Colorado Springs a few years ago and, quite frankly, I had only heard that one song so I was not sure what to expect. Then it was on – Jesus meets heavy metal. Holy shit! I loved it. That was the loudest concert I’d ever been to and I’ve seen John McGlaughlin – with Frank Zappa, with Carlos Santana, Yes, ELP, old Genesis, and Pink Floyd (and variations, solos, and tributes) more times than I can count – ok, I’m not that stupid, I was always good at math, but that was volume metal guitar, bass, and electric violin at instant tinnitus levels! Damn! Why’d you have me bring up tinnitus? Whooop, there it is! Don’t you hate it?

But, I digress.

And finally, we wondered how all those people in front of this house in a cul-de-sac got there before we saw the bus around the corner.

And we saw no more than 15 listings. A lot of crazies. A lot of fun.

Goodbye to 2017. Good riddance.