My pals and I are making another pilgrimage to Bueltons’ Flying Flags RV Park and Campground. While, environmentally it is not the most stunning spot, it nonetheless is one of the more popular trips for our Road Runners RV group.
I remember back when; my nephews Zac and Max spent a weekend with us. They had journeyed down from Cambria, that storybook seaside community further north on the coast. Zac was just learning to ride a bike and he took full advantage of the uncrowded campground. He road up and down every row! When he was finished, he and his brother Max cooled off in the clubhouse pool.
If you make it out, be sure to stop by my rig for a Baja Fog!