This weekend we visited a primitive camping area at Anza-Borrego State Park. Such a beautiful desert area, and not really that far out of San Diego at all.
We arrived on Saturday morning, and had a rough idea for which of the less popular camping areas we wanted to try. Being complete newbs to camping anyplace other than an RV park with spaces and reservations, or a Cracker Barrel, we were unsure of what we’d find.
There was a couple there tent camping, and walked up and said hello. They confirmed we had found what we were looking for, and then invited us to join them by their fire that evening if we were so inclined. (A fire held in a metal container, off of the ground as is required in this state park.)
The desert was beautiful, and so quiet. Exactly the kind of relaxing place I’d imagined spending time at when we decided to buy our Paseo!
There was quite a bit of wind, so the screen doors on the Paseo were great – plenty of ventilation to keep interior temperatures down. And when the sun set and the desert cooled down the Truma was its usual quiet efficient self.
With the sun shining on the driver’s side of the RV, the fridge had a little trouble getting cold enough. Outside temperatures were not that high, but the sun was strong. The fridge was 44 degrees, and the freezer 15. Not awful, but not the around-zero freezer and mid-to-low-thirties refrigerator temperatures we are used to.
Wondering just how much insulation Winnebago managed to fit between the refrigerator and the outer wall of the Transit.
One thing I failed to think through was breakfast. We didn’t have a chance to grab any donuts or pastries, so I just figured I’d toast a pop-tart. What I forgot about was the need to have 120VAC power to do the toasting. Way too early to run the generator!
Turns out you can do a creditable job of toasting a pop-tart in a frying pan on the stove. Trick is to use low heat and turn it several times.
One minor disaster occurred. As we were driving into our camping area, we went over a dip (think full-width shallow v-shaped culvert) and scraped the rear end a bit.
As we were leaving the next morning, I saw something in the road that looked suspiciously like a cover from a dump-hose storage tube. Yup. Our storage tube cover.
The tube itself looked ok, but the cover was destroyed.
A couple of large nylon wire-ties and our dump tube was no longer going to slinky its way down some highway somewhere. Not sure what the long-term fix will be. Don’t want to have to replace the entire tube assembly, but I’ll really be surprised if that door is available as a separate part.