We finally got the Airstream onto the driveway the other night. Yippee! But no thanks to me. All I did to help was a lot of oohing and ahhing. Dan did most of the work. All that previous sailboat trailering really came in handy. He squeezed that sucker in with room to spare. Well, not much room. The Airstream sits 5 inches from the palm tree and 10 inches from the house. Pretty damn tight. But it works… with one little teeny weeny issue. We can’t open the door. Every other section of the Airstream is accessible from our driveway except for the door. Can you believe it?
So, in order to pack for our trips, we need to move the Airstream to the street. The city of Ventura is pretty strict about over-sized vehicles. So in order to park legally, we need to let the city know ahead of time by filling out an online form on their website. They allow you to park on the street for a maximum of 5 consecutive days but not exceeding 10 days in a 90 day period. Rules Smules. But since we didn’t want the fire department up our asses again, we obliged like the good citizens that we are. I swear someone in our neighborhood hates us. We got ticketed for having our basketball hoop on the street while our two-block radius looks like hoop dreams.
Well anyways, here is our set-up on the street, parked very legally. Ready for our first road trip. Oh, did I forget to mention that part. Yes, we are heading for our first trial trip to Lake Isabella with some of my family… who are tenting it. Which is totally fine. I have nothing against tents but it started to rain in southern California today and it’s not supposed to stop for a few days. On top of that, everyone at work keeps telling me about how dangerous the drive is up that mountain… when it is not raining or blowing like crazy… like it is now! God, I am such a scaredy cat. I’m just hoping they are exaggerating… because can roads get much scarier than the ones we drive on in Croatia? Can they? I sure hope not!
the end,
marlene
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