Merced, California: We enjoyed a restful night, snug under our duvet, dry-camped at Stanford Stadium. Dreaming of the next game. Filing this loss away in our memory banks. We slept away, until about dawn, when the clean-up crews arrived. Porta-potties were hauled-away, fences were removed, video trucks stowed massive satellite dishes, RV's started their engines and headed toward home (or the next game). In the middle of this organized chaos, a gun fired to mark the start of a fun-run. We packed it up and headed east.

On our way to Merced, I told DT I was craving a cheeseburger. Since he is the best husband ever, he pulled over and bought me this juicy eight-million calorie morsel. Eating this cheeseburger breaks every single food tenet in my book.
I will have to run about eight million miles to work it off.
Sometimes a girl just needs a cheeseburger.


We arrived in Merced - which is suffering from a Plague of Flies - to spend a few days with DT's family. Never in my life (including years in SE Asia) have I seen flies in such numbers. It is absolutely disgusting. Dave opened the door of our motorhome for three seconds and later swatted (and murdered) over 30 creatures which had swarmed inside.
Luckily, his Mom's part of town is fly-free, so we enjoyed time outside - it was a beautiful, sunny day. Brother Kent grilled chicken thighs and Niece Kira styled DT's hair with a lovely pink tiara.


Our friends have made it safely back home to Oregon. We will all meet up again on Saturday in Autzen for the Arizona State game.
Until my next update, I remain, your Merced correspondent.
RV Park: Castle Air Museum - We stay here quite often as it is close to family. Basically a parking lot with 8 RV spaces. Dry camping available if the campsites are full. Full hook-up sites with 50 amp. No cable, no wifi. Dump station. First night fee gives you membership to the Air Museum. No frills here. Pets welcome - lots of lawn for them to roam. On-site host, Sandy, is a very nice lady. $30.