Corning, California: No conference calls today, but we had a long day of driving (for us - 275 miles), so entered the interstate at 10 o'clock sharp.
Happily no excitement on our drive over the mountain passes and curvy roads around Lake Shasta. Our usual route; our usual over-night stops. No wind. Clear skies. No snow. Temperatures above freezing. The agent at the California Agricultural Station wasn't too interested in the produce we had in our refrigerator and waved us through... which means avocados (grown in California, purchased in Oregon) for our salad tonight.
We stopped at a rest area for lunch (left over butternut squash soup) and snapped this photo of a very snowy (FINALLY) Mt. Shasta:
So, as we pulled-in and saw the "CAMPGROUND FULL" sign, My Driver casually mentioned he had made a reservation last week. What? He rarely takes on this chore, but happy he did. Dave said because it was a weekend, he wanted to be safe, not sorry. My Knight in Shining Armor - because the RV checking-in ahead of us was ushered over to the dry-camping area... and my radiant floor heaters really like 50 amp service.
All afternoon during our drive, we were trying to find information on the cross country meet, the IAAF meeting (Russia track team suspendes!) and then, horribly, terrible news about violent attacks in Paris. Our satellite radio did not seem to be working (repaired now; it only needed a signal refresh), but with twitter, CNN and BBC apps on my phone, we were able to keep informed. Such very sad news from France.
Our menu tonight featured enchiladas. Homemade (at home), thawed, covered with (canned, don't tell) enchilada sauce, cheese sprinkled over and baked. And, may I add, over-baked? Dang. A little too brown on top. Maybe not so pretty, but super delicious. Topped with sliced olives as a garnish.Sorry shuttle bus. No casino buffet for The Taylors (again) tonight.
Until my next update, I remain, your "Praying for France" correspondent.
RV PARK: Rolling Hills Casino RV Park