We continued our southern progress today, leaving the Lighthouse RV Park in the Sacramento River Delta town of Isleton and getting back out on the substandard paving demonstration section known as CA-12. About a dozen lumpy miles later, we turned south on I-5, the main north-south interstate through California. We continued on 5 until we were south of Stockton where we swung east on CA-120 to I-99 at Manteca where we again headed south.
I-99 runs parallel to I-5 from north
of Sacramento down to the Bakersfield area but we prefer I-99 since
it is less boring, passing through many farming communities. I-5
mostly just passes through dead-flat farmland with nothing but more
flat in the distance and an occasional glimpse of aqueducts of the
California Water Project moving water from the Delta to thirsty
According to our very shaky projection
of about three hours of transit on I-99, we were flummoxed by some
poor travelers whose $600,000 fancy and gigantic diesel pusher RV
inconsiderately erupted in flames and backed up traffic for about
five or ten miles, adding about a half hour to our trip. Near the
town of Selma, a trucker who neglected to look in his mirror abruptly
careened his tractor and 53′ trailer into our lane while we were
occupying the space he wanted, forcing us into the #1 lane, a lane we
rarely use because California limits us to 55 mph and condemns us to
the ridicule and upraised middle digits of the motorists passing
quickly on our left.
We finally made it to Visalia where we
turned east on CA-198 and headed toward the Sierra foothills
community of Lemon Cove. There we pulled into the Lemon Cove Village
RV Park where we stayed as we passed through this area this last
spring. When we were here back in late April or early May, our stay
was pleasant with no nightime noise, balmy weather and Sequoia and
King’s Canyon National Parks just a short drive up the hill into the
Last time we were here, we were
assigned a space where there were no substantial trees to the south,
a primary requirement to get satellite TV reception. This time,
despite the park being almost completely vacant, we were assigned one
of the only spaces with tree to the south so we have a long piece of
cable to reach our antenna which is set up in an adjacent RV space.
We also found some minor issues with the site electrical pedestal but
we quickly got around that. This evening, one of the very few
neighbors decided that everybody in the park wanted to hear their
loud music which, based on the way it sounded, was mostly solos for
bass guitar, bass drum and tom-tom. The only recourse when
encountering inconsiderate twits with loud music complaints is to get
ahold of park staff to have them enforce the anti-jerk rules.
Unfortunately, two attempts to contact management were absolutely
ignored and, despite closing all our windows and doors, turning on
the air conditioning and turning up the volume on our TV so even the
deaf could hear it, we were still serenaded by the type of music that
makes people hate those making it.
It is unfortunate that the folks running the park let assholes run roughshod over their other customers because it is a very nice park with good access roads, lots of birds (although we currently can’t hear them), adequate spaces, full hookups and some WiFi. In addition, it is located in a good spot to stop on our long treks through Central California. Maybe we should look elsewhere next time.
See the fricasseed RV. Click the link. https://photos.app.goo.gl/Md5k6RrhtJUGG5Ku9