Departing Williams (I hated leaving, it was a friendly town) we pointed the RV West to Apple Valley. Apple Valley is my home town, I was born thee and wanted to go find my old house and my Dad's first church (he is a Lutheran preacher). We crossed miles of very dry desert while I reminisced about my youth and all the trips we took to California to visit my grandmother and uncles as a kid growing up in Texas. We arrived in Apple Valley at Ascension Lutheran Church at about 2:00 pm and I spent time taking pictures of my son and two daughters sitting in exactly the same place my dad photographed me and my two sisters 45 years ago. Wow, time flies. We then went looking for my old house. It was gone. Where? Who knows but apparently the ground it sat on was more valuable than the bricks so they pushed it down and built a parking lot. Sounds like the lyrics of a song huh?
After lots of stories about being a kid on the Mojave desert, we pointed northwest for Bakersville. Along Highway 359 we saw some of the most beautiful green rolling hills and mountains I have ever seen. I was in awe. I started thinking about putting a web cam in the RV pointed out the windshield so you can see what w see when we see it. If I find a Fry's, it will happen.
We finally arrived in Bakersville at 7:30 pm and it was once again a 5 start RV park. I am sitting by the pool now while the kids swim with a full belly and 8 minutes of battery left. Tomorrow we are going to stay here for one more day and regroup. Ok, heading back to post those photos.
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