It has happened again. It's hot outside and we need to pick our next location. In the California valley the temps have been rising to over 90° during the day. This requires us to either pony up the dough for an RV park or run the generator to stay cool during the hottest part of the day. Sure we could tough it out, but us and our animals would be miserable in a 94° RV that lasts for 8 hours. So the decision was made to pack up and roll out. Back across the mountains in order to take advantage of that cool coastal air.
The hour drive south through the valley was laden with orchards of varying fruits. Here you can see almond trees gracing the curbside. They span as far as the eye can see. Turning west towards the mountains changed the scenery once more. Olives were being grown and harvested throughout the region.
Now it starts to get interesting. It's hot. The sun was blistering at 92° and it was time for Roo to tackle the mountains. We've learned from our mistake in North Dakota about pushing the old girl too hard in the heat. The temp gauge starts to climb as we hit the first few grades. Nope. Not this time. Shirley gets unhooked and we take off for the hills again minus a 4,000 lb anchor.
You''ll notice the gauges don't have numbers on them. That's by design as Freightliner doesn't want people to freak from big numbers. Basically it goes like this: Usually at just over 1/4, 1/2 is OK, 3/4 means pull over or you will be paying a $1500 repair bill for a cracked exhaust manifold. After 30 tense miles of climbs and descents I call it quits. The heat hasn't backed off and it's already 3 o'clock. There is still 80 miles to cover to get to the ocean. We pull off at a Casino and call it a day. This will be boondocking night #1.