COTTonLINE spends a fair amount of electronic “ink” criticising the way our native state of California is governed. We complain about the to-our-eyes goofy choices being made in Sacramento and in city halls and county boardrooms across the Golden State.
None of that should be construed as our falling out of love with the physical place that is California, it is still the closest thing North America has to Nirvana. Yesterday early afternoon, for example, it was 84℉ when we headed out to the laundromat (most RVs have no washer/dryer). Hard to argue with SoCal in late January, short sleeves and we actually ran the truck’s AC to cool down.
While much of SoCal is wall-to-wall buildings, freeways, and ticky-tacky, the part we’re in is beautiful, see pix at the other DrC’s website. If I were to describe it in a few words, I’d use terms like horse country, vineyards, rolling coastal hillsides, clean air, and truck gardening.
We’re a 2.5 hour drive from L.A. during off-peak hours, much longer during the commute. Our region is busy on weekends and holidays, reasonably serene otherwise.
Because it is horse country, many here own pickup trucks for ranch work - hauling hay, pulling horse trailers. This means parking spaces here are big enough to accomodate our generously proportioned F350, not unlike those we utilize in Wyoming.
