Wednesday, September 28, 2016

A scary road to a scary town

One of the most annoying aspects of the Blogger app is that it limits how much text and where one can put it so until I have a computer, these posts are very incomplete and choppy.  I am writing this on our last day in California listening to a fog horn, which goes off every 7 seconds night or day, sea lions barking and an aquarium water pump. Over the past week, we've gone many places and have taken lots of photos. Will straighten this mess up once I return 

Downtown Coulterville with only one business, a small grocery store where we bought microwaveable stuff for dinner.  the nearest restaurant was 20 miles away in the mountains.  We at least had a microwave
So the people come together from the surrounding hills for this. They even have kids compete. One can make good money imitating a coyote. It brings them closer to be shot. They cause big losses for the ranchers along with the mountain lions and bobcat. The Great Pyrenees mixed dog on site has allegedly killed all three
This was on a road called Chinatown. I assume years ago the Chinese helped build the road. Our  place might have looked nice if it weren't for the tents and construction debris all over the place. Not pictured is the hot tub that attracted loud drunks until 2am right outside our window
Handwritten signs gave our 'resort' that touch of class
Surrounding hills

A week before we left, I noticed on Living Social a  reasonably priced resort in the mountains that included a bottle of wine if I acted within 30 minutes to buy it. I didn't have time to read the reviews until we stopped for lunch about an hour away  OMG!  Tales of people paying for a room and then being given a tent to sleep in with no alternative in that ghost town. steve would not be happy. I was in a bad mood already because my lunch was so horrible. we were near a potentially cute town but had stopped too early at a dive.  Then there was the drive to our place: much scarier than the Tioga Pass (highest in California) that we went over that morning. Our car started making alarm sounds. turns out it does if there is the potential for ice. Well the car will be dinging a lot in Michigan 
On the map, it implied we had only 2 miles to go but it seemed to be 10 miles of steep switchbacks dropping 2000 feet ( need google earth to confirm). Did we miss a road, a major one that we had taken the southern part of the first night?we did see a minor road but assumed it would be scary. Then once we had dropped down to the reservoir, back up into the mountains to get to our place


Snowbrush said...

I don't know how people can get away with such a rip-off, and I don't know how the owners can have the gall to risk pissing off dangerous people.

Sue, your photos are always such a joy. You and I seem to have fallen out of touch, but someone named Kris commented on my blog today and mentioned yours as the only two blogs he reads, so I thought I would drop by.

Elephant's Child said...

Beautiful scenery. I hope your accommodation (when you finally got there) wasn't a tent. And was comfortable.

Sue in Italia/In the Land Of Cancer said...

I do visit your blog Snowbrush (though I haven't visited any blogs since I was on vacation as I only had an iPhone) and appreciate the thought and time you put into it. Kris is a very thoughtful woman who lives in your state. I do apologize for how choppy my blog was for the past 2 weeks. I will fix it eventually. We took lots of photos as we saw so much prettiness.

Our room was fine at the place. We probably got the best room. But the tents held some loud drunks who kept us up,


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