Sunday, January 08, 2017

December 6th 2016 from Plomosa 16.6/1.9


When last heard from, I was near Corning, CA at the Rolling Hills Casino, so shall just carry on from that point.

One day, I golfed the Sevilliano Links Course at the casino. A John Daly design, this course was a bit narrow but fairly flat. There were long distances from greens to tees so, not a very good walking course. My rate for full-hook-up camping and golf was $58 ($23 for the RV Park + $35 for golf, incl. cart)

I booked into the RV Park, initially for 3 nights because they gave me the cheap rate for all three even though I only golfed once. Then, I thought to myself that I should stay a little longer to catch up on laundry, hit the Friday seafood buffet and generally lolled about.

My career as a gambler really took off at Rolling Hills. The casino gave me $20 as a credit on my “Players Card” when I first arrived. Ten dollars, I managed to “blow” through on day 1 but, when I went back a few days later to use up the other $10, I had to get the lady at the next machine to show me how to get rolling because none of the buttons worked for me. Finally, the wheels started to spin and it was my hope that I could use up my credit and quit. When I thought I was out of money because a little sign said $00.00, I exited the machine and it gave me a voucher for $16. I still don’t understand the workings of these things but gratefully took my $16 to the next casino, which was Cache Creek, not too far from Rolling Hills and in a southerly direction so, more or less on my way to Arizona.

 

Cache Creek Casino at Brooks, California (N38 44.157 W122 08.622)

About 3 hours south-west of Rolling Hills is another Indian casino. Officially called Yocha Dehe , it is located on Hwy 16, north off I-505, the freeway bypassing Sacramento from the north joining I-5 to San Francisco. Easy enough to find, Cache Creek is sufficiently off the beaten path to eliminate most truckers. Becoming a theme of my casino camping career, I made a wrong turn en-route leading to an unscheduled scenic tour of local farmlands. Roads were getting so small that I thought maybe they would run out in a field somewhere (a concern for me because I can’t reverse to turn around with the Jeep hooked up). Eventually I made a 10 mile circle and got back to the appropriate road.

On arrival, I pulled in to the south lot as it was large and fairly flat, although a fair hike to the casino. Once there, a friendly security lady told me that RVs should go to the north lot, around the other side. This I did and found a few other campers on a sloping, paved surface underneath the local fire hall. Using a single board under each downside tire and the air-levelling system, I managed to flatten out. Almost immediately, a shuttle bus arrived to take me to the casino. An excellent service, these continued all evening and for all I know, through the night.

Cache Creek is the biggest casino that I have ever seen with slots and table games stretching far into the interior distance. It also has a huge, city sized parkade for valet-parked vehicles, a fleet of silver stretch limos plus a few rental BMWs.  Primarily, it seemed to cater to an Asian market coming in tour buses, one presumes, mostly from San Francisco and also Sacramento, which is not far to the east.

 

The buffet, closed on Wednesdays and Thursdays, was exceptional, as most of them are, so I pigged out for $11.95, and returned “home” to rest in my chair in front of the TV. In total, there were 8 food outlets including a Chinese restaurant, steakhouse Grill, a deli, sports bar and others that I forget.

New patrons to Cache Creek are given a $25 credit on their Player’s cards. Strangely, these are designed to be spent only on secondary offerings such as food services, gift shop, even fuel at the service station plus golf, but not for gambling. I didn’t totally understand the rationale here but happily chowed down two meals for free and then, in a fit of remorse, donated $10 to one of the slots.

Golf, at $90 was a little rich for my blood, so I decided to pass on that. The course, just up the hill from the casino, appeared very picturesque.

 

Next stop - Tachi Palace Casino (N36 14.214 W119 45.396) Lemoore, CA


Took about 4 hours, plus a stop at Joe’s Truck Stop, on I-5 at Westley, south of Stockton, to eat at a Denny’s restaurant. This is a very good place to pull in for fuel or food/truck wash and other services I have yet to investigate. There is plenty of room to turn around, access the pumps or park.

 

Tachi had a big band event happening, so the shuttle people told me parking would get crowded. I was pretty well the only RV in the whole parking area on arrival mid-afternoon but a couple more arrived later on and concert goers did surround me with their cars. In the middle of the parking lot, there is a pump station for, presumably, the casino sewage. This emits a high whine and would be uncomfortable if one parked closely by. 

Pump station at Tachi

At this casino, visitors appeared to be mostly Indian (tribal), whereas at Cache Creek, Asians were the dominant species.

Tachi Casino sign

The buffet, which I rate “quite” good, as opposed to “exceptional”, had no discounts for seniors or for Player’s Card holders and therefore cost the full $20. The Player’s Card, in fact, didn’t seem to do a whole lot other than accumulate “points” for something that I couldn’t quite fathom.

Golf cart shuttles circled the RV parking lots like sharks and one could catch a ride anytime by waiting 5 minutes, or not at all. The walk to the casino is not far. In addition, during the day, uniformed bicycle security patrols are a frequent sight so I felt that this was quite a safe place.

Gambling is spread over at least two floors with the buffet being up on the second floor. This is another huge place with hotel and conference facilities and is located out in the country a few miles from Lemoore, off Hwy 198/18th St

 

Newberry Mountain RV, at Newberry Springs (N34 48.960 W116 37.144)


East of
Barstow,
CA
Pool at Newberry




            Home of nothing really, except a bit of reflected glamour from the nearby Bagdad CafĂ©, at which a movie of the same name was made in 1987. Starring virtually no one of much distinction, the film was in the running for an Oscar and was, for some reason, much beloved in France. Apparently, this is the reason why French bus tours represent much of today’s clientele and come to visit this run-down little place in the middle of nowhere.

Jeep at Bagdad Cafe

At Newberry, I stayed in an RV Park with a small artificial lake. This gave the place an oasis-like appearance in the middle of an otherwise uninviting desert of gravel and small shrubs, including the ever-present creosote bushes. All the RV sites had, according to the proprietress, been built in an era when RVs were shorter, so sticking one’s nose out into the loop-road connecting sites was encouraged, as long as campers could all manage to squeeze by their neighbours without jostling.   

 

Next came Lake Havasu State Park (N34 28.832 W114 21.339) across the border In Arizona. On the Internet booking page, this showed as being full but for one site so I snagged that on-line the night before. With upgrades to full hook-ups, prices have risen in the Arizona State Park campgrounds. I had to pay approximately $35/night including taxes but felt it necessary to stop in Havasu and have a visit to the Golden Corral buffet, after which would come a return to free desert camping and my own cookery.

 

Sometimes, when I camp at a regular RV park, there are no “pull-throughs” available, so I have to unhook the car and back the coach into a slot. At both of these procedures I am getting marginally better and have yet to crash into anything. Not that this would ever happen to me but one of the most dreaded things that can happen to an RVer is to mess up one’s approach to a campsite, bounce over a rock, collide with a picnic table and make multiple attempts to jockey into position – all the while knowing that prying eyes are peering out through half shut blinds in adjacent units, passing judgement on one’s technique. Havasu would be my last stop with hook-ups so, along with the Golden Corral, I loaded up with water and dumped the tanks.

 

November 25th – About 1½ hours to the south is the dot-on-the-map called Bouse, Az, with Plomosa Road heading west into the hills toward Quartzsite. Here I found “my” site from the previous year vacant and very few people around. At Plomosa Road (33 53.05 114 3.605), friends Walter and Susan were camped nearby so came over to give me a rundown on local happenings – or lack of same!

Sunset at Plomosa

Other than Walt and Susan, the nearest neighbours are over a kilometer down the trail – more or less the way I like it.

Bouse, the little town nearby, has a Saturday market for vegetables, actually only one vendor with a van, who offers very low prices (2 red bell peppers for $1 and just about everything else for $1/lb or less). Also in Bouse is a junk store whereat I hunted down a socket to fit the Jeep’s battery terminal connection that had developed a severe case of corrosion on the way south, thus had to be taken off and cleaned.

I discovered that all of my digital thermometers and their remote sensors (I have 5) required new batteries, as did the multimeter that is used to measure the effectiveness of those same batteries.

Weather has mostly been clear with only a couple of partly cloudy days, daytime highs ranging from the mid - 70’s to the mid - 50’s and nights staying well above the freezing mark so very little heating has been required. Wind always seems to be an issue in the fall here at Plomosa and gusts of 30 mph are not uncommon. So far, going for a few short hikes in the desert has been my only activity and is something that, I hope, along with my new veggies, will bring my silhouette back to its formerly svelte profile.

 

One of the benefits of my Plomosa site is that it allows me to receive Quartzsite Radio (one of the best in the world), playing “oldies” all day and never quite getting the weather right even though it is located a mere 20 miles away – less as the cactus wren (AZ state bird) flies. The Internet signal on my Verizon Jetpack is

CC in distance at Plomosa site

dodgy at the best of times but can usually be coaxed into service after 15 or 20 minutes of patience. The same applies to my cell phone (roaming on a Telus North America Voice and Data plan) which frequently goes into “no service” but can be brought to life when needed.

 

As long as I am extremely frugal with water usage, the CC carries enough water for me to last a month or more without refilling, same with both waste tanks, so I might be looking for a change of scenery when that happens. Power, of course, is renewable and free, though at this time of year with the sun low in the sky, my flat solar panels on the roof, plus the suitcase-solar work hard to break even daily at about 100 amp/hours. If there are a few cloudy days in a row and, consequently, less solar, I can always fire up the generator for an hour or two – but that, as my friend of a few years ago, Handy Bob might say, is cheating!









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