August 30, 2009 – Canyonville
Short blog tonight, folks. After yesterday, just about anything would be a letdown, and today was not an exception to that rule. We all got in the truck fairly early for this gang, and headed up to Roseburg to have breakfast with Aunts and Cousins. I, of course, was not invited to the IHOP feast, and had to languish in the back of the truck. When they emerged from the restaurant, I got a lot of love and attention from one of the Cousins, a lovely young lady named Danielle, for which I was very grateful. Geri and Don decided to go shopping for a replacement for the recently demented Garmie, but found that everyone was out of stock on the model they wanted. Guess we have to put up with crazy Garmie for a while longer.
We spent the rest of the afternoon driving up the valley of the North Umpqua River, trying to find some of the waterfalls that they have there. A mixture of road closures and lack of water wound up keeping all waterfalls from our prying eyes. The scenery was very nice, anyway. We came back to Canyonville, and stopped in the park where we had the reunion yesterday. I got to wade in the nice cool river for a little while, though I had to walk on rocks to get there. Don’t much care for rocks. Saw a kitty and started to chase it, when Don reminded me that kittys are our friends, and they don’t like to be chased. I desisted immediately.
Back at the rig, we all had dinner, though they didn’t eat a whole lot. Must have been a really good breakfast. They left then, going over to the Seven Feathers Casino to blow some money. They were back before long, and I could smell Umpqua Ice Cream on their breath. We’re out of here tomorrow, and I’m anxious to hear the discussion on where we’re heading to. It usually gets pretty lively and entertaining. I’ll give you a full report from wherever we wind up. G’night!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
August 29, 2009 – Canyonville
Wow! What a great day! I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun. It didn’t look too promising to start with, when it became obvious that I wasn’t going to get my normal morning walk, and Don was loading up the truck with chairs and grills and ice chests, with no room for me. When he drove off without me, I was kinda glum. But he was back very shortly, and he loaded me into the truck. Geri wasn’t ready to go yet, so we took off and went to the park where the reunion was being held. It was just on the other side of the highway from our RV Park, and didn’t take long to get there. When we arrived, there were already a lot of people there, all Yokums with their mates and kids. Don got me out of the truck, and I immediately went into meet and greet mode, going from one person to the next and letting them know how much I liked them, even if I didn’t remember them from last year. They all seemed to remember me, and I’m glad that I seem to have left a good impression on them. I got a lot of petting and quite a few treats, all of which were very good. Don was busy talking to some of his relatives that he hadn’t seen for a year, and gave me free rein to make my rounds. And I was the only dog there! No competition! This kind of gathering is just the kind of thing I love, lots of people to admire and pet me, give me goodies to eat, and nobody yelling at me. Don had brought the laptop, and was showing one of his aunts (Helen, I think) the photos that he had taken at the Yoakum Cemetery in Tennessee. I understand that she’s the genealogy maven of the family, and she was very pleased to get a copy of the headstone information he compiled there. More people kept arriving, and I had to greet each one of them with a big smile and a wagging tail. This is what I was born to do! I was lovin’ it! Don got his grill going, and started cooking hot dogs for the gang. Everyone else had brought some kind of food, fried chicken, baked beans, salads and slaws, pies and cakes, chips and dips, a little of everything. What a feast! We had to break from the festivities for a little bit to go back to the rig and pick up Geri, but we weren’t gone very long. The eating had commence for real by the time we got back, and Don felt the need to tether me a little ways away from the tables, for fear of my becoming a serial moocher. He was probably right, but I wasn’t that hungry anyway, after all the goodies I had been given by the generous Yokums.
Once the feeding had ended, I got let loose again to schmooze my way through the party, and get a few leavings from the folks. Geri was making the rounds of her favorite people, and Don was hanging with Aunt Helen and Cousin Joyce talking genealogy, while I was making the rounds of everyone. I got so much attention and loving from this gang that it wore me out! I hadn’t even thought of napping! After a while, people started packing up and leaving for their homes; we were among the last to leave, and we went back to the rig stuffed and happy. Don had to make two trips, one for our gear and one for Geri and me. When we got home, Geri and I went straight for nap time, while Don doodled on the computer. He was kind enough to fix my dinner at the regular time (at Geri’s insistence), and then we got back in the truck and headed up to Winston for a visit at Aunt Dorothy’s place. I was initially offended when I was parked out on the deck while all my people were in the living room, but Aunt Dorothy persuaded Geri to let me come in, and I was back in the game. Right after my entry, I saw that Don was raising a little ruckus with Aunt Dorothy by asking her if she was familiar with the name of a certain lady from the past. She had never heard the name before. Don expressed surprise that she had never heard the name of her father’s first wife! Pandemonium ensued, as Aunt Helen verified Don’s statement. Aunt Emogene, Dorothy and Helen’s younger sister, claimed that her relative youth excused her ignorance of this matter. Geri vilified Don for creating chaos, and Don was chuckling perceptibly. This is his idea of fun.
Aunt Helen had brought a video tape of some past reunions, and Joyce put them on the VCR. When the tape started showing a series of cemetery visits, Geri took me out for a little recreation. We were walking in Aunt Dorothy’s back yard, which has a lovely view of the hills, when we encountered the enclave of Willard, who is a goat. He seemed like a very nice goat, as goats go, and I had a recollection of meeting him last year when we were here. So I did a playful little dance for him, hoping to entice him to play a bit with me. Well, I knew he was in a pen, and we couldn’t really chase each other, but I wanted him to know that I would be happy to do so if he were free. He looked at me like I was a fool. Good thing my feelings are not easily hurt. When we went back in the house, the tape was showing the Reunion from 1988. Geri and Don were in it, along with Don’s mom. Don was wearing a red and white tee shirt that was too small for him, and Geri had really black hair. They looked weird. Don said that he was about to ask who the hottie in the front row of a group shot was, before he realized it was his cousin Janice. When the video was over, the party broke up and we headed back to the rig. Don and I put the blog together, and we all crashed. What a day! It was great! Hope yours was as good, but I don’t see how it could have been!
Wow! What a great day! I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun. It didn’t look too promising to start with, when it became obvious that I wasn’t going to get my normal morning walk, and Don was loading up the truck with chairs and grills and ice chests, with no room for me. When he drove off without me, I was kinda glum. But he was back very shortly, and he loaded me into the truck. Geri wasn’t ready to go yet, so we took off and went to the park where the reunion was being held. It was just on the other side of the highway from our RV Park, and didn’t take long to get there. When we arrived, there were already a lot of people there, all Yokums with their mates and kids. Don got me out of the truck, and I immediately went into meet and greet mode, going from one person to the next and letting them know how much I liked them, even if I didn’t remember them from last year. They all seemed to remember me, and I’m glad that I seem to have left a good impression on them. I got a lot of petting and quite a few treats, all of which were very good. Don was busy talking to some of his relatives that he hadn’t seen for a year, and gave me free rein to make my rounds. And I was the only dog there! No competition! This kind of gathering is just the kind of thing I love, lots of people to admire and pet me, give me goodies to eat, and nobody yelling at me. Don had brought the laptop, and was showing one of his aunts (Helen, I think) the photos that he had taken at the Yoakum Cemetery in Tennessee. I understand that she’s the genealogy maven of the family, and she was very pleased to get a copy of the headstone information he compiled there. More people kept arriving, and I had to greet each one of them with a big smile and a wagging tail. This is what I was born to do! I was lovin’ it! Don got his grill going, and started cooking hot dogs for the gang. Everyone else had brought some kind of food, fried chicken, baked beans, salads and slaws, pies and cakes, chips and dips, a little of everything. What a feast! We had to break from the festivities for a little bit to go back to the rig and pick up Geri, but we weren’t gone very long. The eating had commence for real by the time we got back, and Don felt the need to tether me a little ways away from the tables, for fear of my becoming a serial moocher. He was probably right, but I wasn’t that hungry anyway, after all the goodies I had been given by the generous Yokums.
Once the feeding had ended, I got let loose again to schmooze my way through the party, and get a few leavings from the folks. Geri was making the rounds of her favorite people, and Don was hanging with Aunt Helen and Cousin Joyce talking genealogy, while I was making the rounds of everyone. I got so much attention and loving from this gang that it wore me out! I hadn’t even thought of napping! After a while, people started packing up and leaving for their homes; we were among the last to leave, and we went back to the rig stuffed and happy. Don had to make two trips, one for our gear and one for Geri and me. When we got home, Geri and I went straight for nap time, while Don doodled on the computer. He was kind enough to fix my dinner at the regular time (at Geri’s insistence), and then we got back in the truck and headed up to Winston for a visit at Aunt Dorothy’s place. I was initially offended when I was parked out on the deck while all my people were in the living room, but Aunt Dorothy persuaded Geri to let me come in, and I was back in the game. Right after my entry, I saw that Don was raising a little ruckus with Aunt Dorothy by asking her if she was familiar with the name of a certain lady from the past. She had never heard the name before. Don expressed surprise that she had never heard the name of her father’s first wife! Pandemonium ensued, as Aunt Helen verified Don’s statement. Aunt Emogene, Dorothy and Helen’s younger sister, claimed that her relative youth excused her ignorance of this matter. Geri vilified Don for creating chaos, and Don was chuckling perceptibly. This is his idea of fun.
Aunt Helen had brought a video tape of some past reunions, and Joyce put them on the VCR. When the tape started showing a series of cemetery visits, Geri took me out for a little recreation. We were walking in Aunt Dorothy’s back yard, which has a lovely view of the hills, when we encountered the enclave of Willard, who is a goat. He seemed like a very nice goat, as goats go, and I had a recollection of meeting him last year when we were here. So I did a playful little dance for him, hoping to entice him to play a bit with me. Well, I knew he was in a pen, and we couldn’t really chase each other, but I wanted him to know that I would be happy to do so if he were free. He looked at me like I was a fool. Good thing my feelings are not easily hurt. When we went back in the house, the tape was showing the Reunion from 1988. Geri and Don were in it, along with Don’s mom. Don was wearing a red and white tee shirt that was too small for him, and Geri had really black hair. They looked weird. Don said that he was about to ask who the hottie in the front row of a group shot was, before he realized it was his cousin Janice. When the video was over, the party broke up and we headed back to the rig. Don and I put the blog together, and we all crashed. What a day! It was great! Hope yours was as good, but I don’t see how it could have been!
Friday, August 28, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009 – Canyonville
Well, no bath today. The lady who was supposed to be doing grooming duty won’t be working until Tuesday next week, and we’ll be gone by then. I’ll be a dirty dog. Actually, I don’t look that bad (Don says I don’t smell too bad either), I just look so much better right after a good grooming. I’m just not going to dwell on it.
We got our morning routine completed on schedule, which I like, and did some cleanup work on the rig and the truck, which kind of needed it. Don was kind enough not to touch my private compartment in the truck, which I have decorated with chewed-up sticks and used bones in a very tasteful manner. During lunch, Don was looking at a map that Geri had gotten from the Riddle City Hall yesterday, and discovered a marker titled “Yokum Grave” at a site just off the Yokum Road that runs between Riddle and Hiway 5. You remember from his Powell Valley expedition in Tennessee how he is about Yokum graves. We had to immediately mount an expedition to find this historic site. We all got in the truck and headed for Yokum Road; unfortunately, the roads which supposedly led to the Yokum Grave site turned out to be driveways leading to private residences. Geri was protesting loudly about Don’s determination to encroach on private property in search of his holy grail, and he backed off grudgingly. To mitigate his disappointment, we had to proceed to the Riddle Cemetery, which he had not previously visited, to find the remains of his ancestors. Don got me out of the truck, and I went off to hunt for Yokums. I quickly found the grave of a George Yokum, and signaled its location to Don by lifting my right rear leg. That seemed to get his attention, as he started shouting at me. We eventually found a lot of deceased Yokums, including Don’s Grandfather, who died ten years before Don was born, and his Great-Grandfather, who came across the plains on the Oregon Trail. During a prior visit to the Canyonville Cemetery, Don had found the grave of his Great-Great-Grandfather, who had been the leader of the pack on the Oregon Trudge.
After our invigorating visit to the cemetery, we drove up Cow Creek Road to see what remained of the famous Riddle nickel mine, which at one time had produced half the nickel mined in the United States. It appears that it’s now a sand and gravel operation with not a nickel’s worth of nickel left. We continued up Cow Creek Road, following the old Southern Pacific tracks which were the first rail connection between California and Oregon. It’s still in use, though most of the traffic is on a line east of the Cascades. The road and the rail line wind through a narrow canyon for miles; beautiful scenery, lots of curves, no traffic. We got back on the 5 at Glendale and headed back to Canyonville, with a brief stop at Azalea, so that Geri could see the old General Store there. It’s fallen on hard times since the last time Don was there, and they’ve walled off most of the interior space, and are selling only convenience foods for the most part. He got me a big bone shaped cookie at the store; when he presented it to me, I had to drop it and look at it in awe. It was one of the biggest cookies I had ever seen! I gave him my gaze of loving thankfulness, and proceeded to devour it.
When we got back to the rig, Don fixed some salmon for dinner and we all had good plates. We worked on the blog for awhile, and turned in early. Reunion day tomorrow, should be exciting. I’ll give you a full report!
Well, no bath today. The lady who was supposed to be doing grooming duty won’t be working until Tuesday next week, and we’ll be gone by then. I’ll be a dirty dog. Actually, I don’t look that bad (Don says I don’t smell too bad either), I just look so much better right after a good grooming. I’m just not going to dwell on it.
We got our morning routine completed on schedule, which I like, and did some cleanup work on the rig and the truck, which kind of needed it. Don was kind enough not to touch my private compartment in the truck, which I have decorated with chewed-up sticks and used bones in a very tasteful manner. During lunch, Don was looking at a map that Geri had gotten from the Riddle City Hall yesterday, and discovered a marker titled “Yokum Grave” at a site just off the Yokum Road that runs between Riddle and Hiway 5. You remember from his Powell Valley expedition in Tennessee how he is about Yokum graves. We had to immediately mount an expedition to find this historic site. We all got in the truck and headed for Yokum Road; unfortunately, the roads which supposedly led to the Yokum Grave site turned out to be driveways leading to private residences. Geri was protesting loudly about Don’s determination to encroach on private property in search of his holy grail, and he backed off grudgingly. To mitigate his disappointment, we had to proceed to the Riddle Cemetery, which he had not previously visited, to find the remains of his ancestors. Don got me out of the truck, and I went off to hunt for Yokums. I quickly found the grave of a George Yokum, and signaled its location to Don by lifting my right rear leg. That seemed to get his attention, as he started shouting at me. We eventually found a lot of deceased Yokums, including Don’s Grandfather, who died ten years before Don was born, and his Great-Grandfather, who came across the plains on the Oregon Trail. During a prior visit to the Canyonville Cemetery, Don had found the grave of his Great-Great-Grandfather, who had been the leader of the pack on the Oregon Trudge.
After our invigorating visit to the cemetery, we drove up Cow Creek Road to see what remained of the famous Riddle nickel mine, which at one time had produced half the nickel mined in the United States. It appears that it’s now a sand and gravel operation with not a nickel’s worth of nickel left. We continued up Cow Creek Road, following the old Southern Pacific tracks which were the first rail connection between California and Oregon. It’s still in use, though most of the traffic is on a line east of the Cascades. The road and the rail line wind through a narrow canyon for miles; beautiful scenery, lots of curves, no traffic. We got back on the 5 at Glendale and headed back to Canyonville, with a brief stop at Azalea, so that Geri could see the old General Store there. It’s fallen on hard times since the last time Don was there, and they’ve walled off most of the interior space, and are selling only convenience foods for the most part. He got me a big bone shaped cookie at the store; when he presented it to me, I had to drop it and look at it in awe. It was one of the biggest cookies I had ever seen! I gave him my gaze of loving thankfulness, and proceeded to devour it.
When we got back to the rig, Don fixed some salmon for dinner and we all had good plates. We worked on the blog for awhile, and turned in early. Reunion day tomorrow, should be exciting. I’ll give you a full report!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Thursday, August 27 – Canyonville, OR
Sorry about missing the Wednesday posting, but I’ve learned that you can’t take anything for granted when you’re travelling with Don. I can’t really hold it against him, though, ‘cause he was dog tired when we finally pulled into Canyonville yesterday. We got a record early start (for this crew, anyway) yesterday out of Patterson about 8:30 in the morning and headed up the 5 toward Stockton, his old home town. He was pointing out the hospital where he nearly died of diphtheria when the traffic came to pretty much a dead stop. We inched along for about a half hour until we arrived at the scene of a very ugly accident involving a bunch of cars. I hoped that no dogs were injured. We bounced through Stockton on some cobblestone highway and breezed through Sacramento with ease. Outside of a fuel top-off at Corning and a brief (but welcome!) rest stop north of Weed, we were full throttle all the way. We coasted down the canyon and into Seven Feathers RV Resort a little after five. It was a record mileage day for him, 477 miles! He sure looked like he had some miles on him. He still had enough strength to get the rig connected and set up, jump-start the truck (dead battery), and cook dinner (pasta, welcomed by all). When he finally sat down to have an after-dinner scotch, he found that the battery in the laptop was too low to do the blog, so he finished his drink and went to bed. Geri wasn’t far behind, nor was I.
Things looked a lot better this morning; Don and Geri arose at their normal times, or close to it, I got to field a phony newspaper and get my cookie reward, the coffee was made and I got my breakfast. After they got dressed, we went for a nice walk through the RV Park, which is one of our favorites in all the country. The grass at each site is beautiful, and great for rolling. The surroundings, with wooded hills on three sides, are gorgeous, the place is always pristine clean and perfectly maintained, and the people are very friendly. Geri had gotten us a location toward the north side, and we were able to pick up the TV satellite over the top of the hill. Don has told me on past visits here that he often pictures his father, who was born here, wandering through the woods hunting for small game for his mother’s kitchen.
After lunch, Geri and Don left me for my afternoon nap and headed up to Roseburg to do some shopping. When they returned, they had some alarming news; Garmie, our faithful GPS unit, who had served us so well on our big trip earlier this year, had gone nuts. They had programmed her to take them to the Roseburg Walmart, but she was attempting to take them off Highway 5 just a few miles out of Canyonville, and seemed obsessed with the idea of taking them in the general direction of Crater Lake. She was doing a lot of recalculating, coming up with multitudes of bizarre routes. When they arrived in Roseburg, they decided to let her guide them on the final approach; she opted to take them on a tour of a lovely park and the local VA Hospital, rather than taking a more direct route. I think Garmie’s days are numbered. They said that they had found a groomer in Riddle that may be able to give me my bath tomorrow, should be interesting. Don was able to find a replacement power cable for the laptop, so we’re back in the blogging business for good, or until something else goes wrong. I got my dinner on time, and they went downtown to eat in a restaurant that had just recently opened. They came back reeking of blackberry cobbler, one of the treats that they love to feast on at the annual Pioneer Days festival, which is always on the same weekend as the Yokum Reunion, but starts a couple of days earlier. Well, everybody’s entitled to their treats. We all went out to the patio and sat for an hour or so, just enjoying the peace and quiet of the place and the beautiful darkening sky. Nice day. Catch ya tomorrow.
Sorry about missing the Wednesday posting, but I’ve learned that you can’t take anything for granted when you’re travelling with Don. I can’t really hold it against him, though, ‘cause he was dog tired when we finally pulled into Canyonville yesterday. We got a record early start (for this crew, anyway) yesterday out of Patterson about 8:30 in the morning and headed up the 5 toward Stockton, his old home town. He was pointing out the hospital where he nearly died of diphtheria when the traffic came to pretty much a dead stop. We inched along for about a half hour until we arrived at the scene of a very ugly accident involving a bunch of cars. I hoped that no dogs were injured. We bounced through Stockton on some cobblestone highway and breezed through Sacramento with ease. Outside of a fuel top-off at Corning and a brief (but welcome!) rest stop north of Weed, we were full throttle all the way. We coasted down the canyon and into Seven Feathers RV Resort a little after five. It was a record mileage day for him, 477 miles! He sure looked like he had some miles on him. He still had enough strength to get the rig connected and set up, jump-start the truck (dead battery), and cook dinner (pasta, welcomed by all). When he finally sat down to have an after-dinner scotch, he found that the battery in the laptop was too low to do the blog, so he finished his drink and went to bed. Geri wasn’t far behind, nor was I.
Things looked a lot better this morning; Don and Geri arose at their normal times, or close to it, I got to field a phony newspaper and get my cookie reward, the coffee was made and I got my breakfast. After they got dressed, we went for a nice walk through the RV Park, which is one of our favorites in all the country. The grass at each site is beautiful, and great for rolling. The surroundings, with wooded hills on three sides, are gorgeous, the place is always pristine clean and perfectly maintained, and the people are very friendly. Geri had gotten us a location toward the north side, and we were able to pick up the TV satellite over the top of the hill. Don has told me on past visits here that he often pictures his father, who was born here, wandering through the woods hunting for small game for his mother’s kitchen.
After lunch, Geri and Don left me for my afternoon nap and headed up to Roseburg to do some shopping. When they returned, they had some alarming news; Garmie, our faithful GPS unit, who had served us so well on our big trip earlier this year, had gone nuts. They had programmed her to take them to the Roseburg Walmart, but she was attempting to take them off Highway 5 just a few miles out of Canyonville, and seemed obsessed with the idea of taking them in the general direction of Crater Lake. She was doing a lot of recalculating, coming up with multitudes of bizarre routes. When they arrived in Roseburg, they decided to let her guide them on the final approach; she opted to take them on a tour of a lovely park and the local VA Hospital, rather than taking a more direct route. I think Garmie’s days are numbered. They said that they had found a groomer in Riddle that may be able to give me my bath tomorrow, should be interesting. Don was able to find a replacement power cable for the laptop, so we’re back in the blogging business for good, or until something else goes wrong. I got my dinner on time, and they went downtown to eat in a restaurant that had just recently opened. They came back reeking of blackberry cobbler, one of the treats that they love to feast on at the annual Pioneer Days festival, which is always on the same weekend as the Yokum Reunion, but starts a couple of days earlier. Well, everybody’s entitled to their treats. We all went out to the patio and sat for an hour or so, just enjoying the peace and quiet of the place and the beautiful darkening sky. Nice day. Catch ya tomorrow.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Well, we're off and rolling again! This time we're headed north, with an itinerary they say will include Canyonville, OR, for the Yokum Family Reunion, and Lynnwood, WA, for a gettogether with my old master Gary and Geri's sis Carol and hubby Michael. We're scheduling a month for this escapade, subject to modification depending on what catches our interest along the way.
I overheard the original discussion between Geri and Don on the schedule for this voyage; it went like, (Geri) "When should we plan on leaving?" (Don) "Let's say the 21st". (Geri) "Why so early? We don't have to be in Canyonville till the 27th?" (Don) "Because we always wind up leaving four or five days after we planned to!" (Geri) (not really repeatable). So, a little after 11 AM today, the 25th, the wheels started rolling. Don went through his checklists before we left, with me looking over his shoulder to ensure that all my supplies were aboard (food, treats, toys, etc.) Well, it turns out the checklist needs to be expanded. One of my favorite toys, a ball that a cookie can be embedded in for me to work loose, was forgotten. Perhaps as important, Don forgot the power cord for the computer. This group needs to get their act together.
We were originally going to take a leisurely journey up highway 101 through the redwoods, and spend a few days enjoying their beauty; well, maybe on the way home. Instead, we headed for the boring and obnoxious highway 5, up through the great and drought stricken Central Valley of California. It was sad to see the dead orchards lining the road, but, fortunately, none of them produced food that I'm partial to. It was pretty hot in the coach, and I kept looking for the coolest place to lay. We made a quick stop in Lost Hills for fuel, and Geri took me to a lovely grassy area so that I could make myself comfortable (comfort stop!). We continued on to Patterson, to check in at a surprisingly nice RV Park, the Kit Fox, that has lots of nice grass and is very well kept up. Don is of the opinion that if we get an early start tomorrow, we can make it all the way to Canyonville! I'm not taking any bets on any part of this. But I'll let you know what happens! Later, Gater!
I overheard the original discussion between Geri and Don on the schedule for this voyage; it went like, (Geri) "When should we plan on leaving?" (Don) "Let's say the 21st". (Geri) "Why so early? We don't have to be in Canyonville till the 27th?" (Don) "Because we always wind up leaving four or five days after we planned to!" (Geri) (not really repeatable). So, a little after 11 AM today, the 25th, the wheels started rolling. Don went through his checklists before we left, with me looking over his shoulder to ensure that all my supplies were aboard (food, treats, toys, etc.) Well, it turns out the checklist needs to be expanded. One of my favorite toys, a ball that a cookie can be embedded in for me to work loose, was forgotten. Perhaps as important, Don forgot the power cord for the computer. This group needs to get their act together.
We were originally going to take a leisurely journey up highway 101 through the redwoods, and spend a few days enjoying their beauty; well, maybe on the way home. Instead, we headed for the boring and obnoxious highway 5, up through the great and drought stricken Central Valley of California. It was sad to see the dead orchards lining the road, but, fortunately, none of them produced food that I'm partial to. It was pretty hot in the coach, and I kept looking for the coolest place to lay. We made a quick stop in Lost Hills for fuel, and Geri took me to a lovely grassy area so that I could make myself comfortable (comfort stop!). We continued on to Patterson, to check in at a surprisingly nice RV Park, the Kit Fox, that has lots of nice grass and is very well kept up. Don is of the opinion that if we get an early start tomorrow, we can make it all the way to Canyonville! I'm not taking any bets on any part of this. But I'll let you know what happens! Later, Gater!
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