Leaving our home at the luscious RV resort was hard. It’s got that security blanket feeling to it. Being able to set up and know where home is for two days at a time is a relief in comparison to the things we are used too. With trepidation we hit the open road once more. Our plan for the day is weak to say the least. We are really trying to conserve our budget and have scouted out free places to stay. Out here in the valley those places are few and far between. Perhaps another aspect of it is that California has the highest population of any state at just over 39 million people. The park entrances are expensive, and the free ones are no place for our giant rig to drive too.
Through the foothills of the Salinas valley Roo must climb once more. It’s already 75 outside and the temp gauge is starting to climb. Big girl is a little fat and she’s starting to sweat. At 3,000 ft in elevation she spikes at 3/4 hot. Oh shit. Time to back down before we have a North Dakota repeat. I pull her out of third and slide it down into second. We're hitting the hills at 25 mph and about 20 psi of boost. The temp starts to drop and it levels off at halfway on the gauge. Sage.
After the brutal drive through the hills we ended up back into the valley. The terrain leveled out and the temp continued to climb. Fat girl doesn't sweat as long as it's just an easy walk. With the worst part of the day behind us we end up at the Tachi Casino for the night. It's the worst casino parking experience we have had so far. This place was like a damn truck stop. The whole day was so stressful I didn't even take any other pictures. Kate was nice enough to borrow one of her fabled "Selfie of the day" pics to me.