Back to RV Reality by Mr. Wendell, Pepper, King Syrus and Miss Tracy

Back to RV Reality…Mr. Wendell, Pepper, King Syrus and Miss Tracy


Miss Tracy: The circus side show family that showed up a few days ago piled back into the CruiseAmericamobile this morning. I am glad. I kept sniffing Mr. Wendell wondering what he had rolled around in to make him smell like a cattle drive. I never did figure it out. The fact that he and his brat sister will soon be 3 hours away may make MY hair fall out like my big brothers.




Mr. Wendell: Sorry Miss Tracy. Frankly, Pep and I would have rather stayed here and hung with you and King Syrus in Carmel Valley. The last thing we wanted to do was get back into the back yard aluminum tool shed with windshield wipers.




King Syrus: Well, your humans apparently enjoyed themselves. You would have thought they were from Bangledesh or some other impoverished nation. Judging from comments like…


“The water is so clean here and plentiful.”



“Ahhh, a bed, what a great invention.”


“These things on the side of our food plates made of metal…what are they? What do you do with them?”


“Cool, the outhouse is inside the building…we don’t have to walk to find one.”




Pepper: I was really embarrassed. I have to admit, there were NO moments where I was thinking about anything other than what new adoptive parents might be like. Our cousins, King Syrus and Miss Tracy were gracious hosts. They shared bones, let us run in their yard and did not mind sharing a pee pad or two. Margaret and Ken were also awesome…



Miss Tracy: My mom and dad took the group to Pebble Beach, the 17 mile drive and Carmel. Not because they wanted to give them a tour…but because they wanted your parents out of the house.



Here are a few pictures. Including one of tourist trinkets “Carmel-Style”!



Apparently, the downtown Carmel tour did not last long. Ed’s newly grown mullet, wife beater T-Shirt, “This is not a beer belly, it is a gas tank…” hat and chained-truckers wallet was not welcomed in Carmel. Clint Eastwood reportedly wanted to go Dirty Harry on Ed for real and he was asked to leave.


King Syrus: Good riddance. If I hear “Syrus is soooooo cute” one more time by the one they called Christine, I am going to yack up a can of Alpo.


Only 800 more miles to go…Wendell

A tribute to Garlic!

A little diversion...

Apparently Gilroy, California is the garlic capital of the WORLD! Who knew?

Yup, it is true. Christine and I were driving through Gilroy last night from San Fran and it smelled like an Italian resturant! Since we had to back track a little this morning on our drive north to Oregon (Not oregano!), we decided to stop...and I present the following for your enjoyment!

We stopped at this place...GARLIC WORLD!!!!

Inside was a garlic lovers paradise....fresh garlic, diced garlic, pickled garlic, galic minced, garlic cloved, garlic braided, stuffed garlic, garlic powder, garlic spices, garlic graters, garlic storage containers, olives stuffed with garlic, garlic butter, garlic logo'd coffee mugs/clothes/hats.....

Well, you get it....if it was made of garlic, Garlic World had it!

Of all of the cool things in the store, this was my favorite: That is a Dean Martin Doll standing next to about an 18 inch tall plastic Garlic.

This place truly trumps the Pez Dispenser Museum!