Corning, California: A fairly restful night in the Thunder Valley Casino parking lot last night - never mind that busy train track. We feel bad that we did not go into the casino, but we have been there before. Still, it's just not polite to park free at an establishment and not go inside to spend/lose some money. Especially if you are a Person of The Wal-Mart.
I publicly apologize.
After a leisurely morning coffee/internet session, we hit the road north. We were determined to take it slow, stop for fuel, keep off the main roads, stop for lunch at the Wildlife Refuge to bird-watch and meander around until we felt like stopping for the night.
Things do not always go according to plan. We did stay on the back roads and we did enjoy pretty farming scenery. Miles of stone fruit and almond orchards. Beautiful meadows thick with Red Winged Blackbirds. Views of the snow-capped Sierras. But one thing missing on the back roads? A truck stop. The Magna Peregrinus was running low on fuel. I punched the requirements into the GPS and were led onto Highway 99 where we found many gas stations - none quite capable of handling a 45-foot-long customer, and several that did not offer diesel. We kept trying and finally found a lovely, large fueling station - as the needle headed towards the bottom side of EMPTY.
The station was closed! Yellow CAUTION tape surrounded the pumps.
The situation was getting a bit desperate. And by desperate, I mean: Where the heck are we going to pull-over on a rural road when we run out of fuel? We were closing-in on 800 miles since our last fill. Did you know it isn't good to get down to the dregs of your diesel? Diesel isn't pretty. Sometimes there is crud and drek in the fuel and it settles to the bottom of your tank. When you get down to the bottom of your fuel tank, that crud and drek goes into your fuel filter and then - well, you need a new fuel filter. (Or so we've been told.)
By now, we were in Chico - a cute little college town and there were bound to a zillion gas stations in Chico. We had given-up on finding a truck stop - we were now forced to stop at the next gas station, even if was in front of a convenience store. Fumes drifting into our engine, DT pulled-into a teeny no-name Mom & Pop gas station. We had to unhitch the Honda to make the corner and if our bus was an inch taller, we would have smashed the canopy over the fuel island.
Not hard to imagine how stressed out tired we were after our short day! We took a walk and enjoyed the many Red Winged Blackbirds in the adjacent meadow. We also enjoyed these pretty strawberries. Yippee - the berries are ripe in the San Joaquin Valley. Almost Fat-Free Blue Cheese Dressing. DT grilled boneless chicken breasts and I tossed the cooked chicken breasts in a little Tabasco sauce and placed a piece of chicken on top of our salads - a Buffalo Chicken wing-ish flavor, with a healthy slant. Delicious! A super-easy healthy dinner.
Until my next update, I remain, your casino correspondent.
Question: Have you ever run out of fuel in your RV?
RV Park: Rolling Hills Casino RV Park - Self-service. $25. All sites are gravel pull-throughs with 30/50 amp, water and sewer. Most sites are long enough that you won't have to unhook your tow vehicle. Casino, restaurant and motel on-site. Showers/laundry are at the adjacent truck stop. Very quiet. Very nice golf course also - with a discount for RV campers.