Where are we? It's the strangest feeling to wake up and have no idea where you are. You don't know what direction your facing, what the scenery looks like outside, or what city you are in.
Hopefully this gives you a peek into our "glorious" lives of living on the road. There we sat. Sleeping next to a bunch of junk for sale on the side of the road in an unknown town. We are both exhausted from a poor nights sleep. The old RV doesn't do such a great job of insulating us from the sounds of the highway outside the window. No more time to complain. Time to hit the road.
This time we have 1/2 a plan before we head out. Four years ago we were here and there were countless RV's perched along the highway gazing out across the ocean. Our plan was to be one of those wanderers and take in the salt air for a few days. The miles started to click by and a sadness began to set it. "No parking". "No overnight parking". "No camping". Place after place had fresh looking signs along the road telling us to get lost. Katie popped open google and checked it out. Turns out the gorgeous state of California passed a law in 2015 that it's illegal to park overnight on the side of the road in Sonoma county. Ready for this? The bill was proposed and pushed by the homeless population because they said it infringed on their "safety". Son of a bitch. I never should have said anything bad about them.
Ok. We give up. Let's call an RV park and find a place for the night.
We went on our way over to Greenfield CA in order to park our asses at an RV park. We looked at nearly a dozen in order to find one with a rate that was decent. Some places were nearly $90 a night. That's very pricey for two hobos without jobs. We ended scoring this place for $45 a night and couldn't be happier. After 6 days on the road and the last two filled with stress this is just what the Dr. ordered.