Friday,
September 20 You Gotta love this RV park!
It is my
duty to mark my humans as my territory.
I do it in the morning when I think I hear them breathing
differently. I go to their faces with
my whiskers. If that doesn’t move them,
I turn my purr box on high. Then I start
pawing them until they turn so that I can sit on them. I curl my paws on them
and rub their muzzles with my muzzle. I
do it hard! I try to do it to both
humans, but sometimes I only get one.
We love this
RV park. We are a bit north of the
Humboldt redwoods, but there certainly is not much around us. The RV park is a bit funky. There are a lot of full timers. What makes it so amazing is the mystical
qualities around. There are little cabins
that have been painted to blend into the forest. One has incredible dogs on it. Then there is the cabin that is built inside
an old redwood stump. Turns out a lot
of this creativity comes from a retiree from Disney. He did a magical job. But the WIFI sucks…
Our morning
walk took us out onto the street passing gazillions of wild blackberries. The homes here are on huge properties. The properties are all overgrown, with their
own stands of redwoods. There is a horse
ranch, tons of gardens. Who knows how
far this road goes, but we ultimately have to head back.
We ready
Artee, and start heading north on hwy 101.
The marine layer is thick. The
fog blocks our views. We know the ocean
is to our left as we can see the foam of the waves. I believe there are redwoods to our
right. The road is small and windy. The road is open and easy. As we come into Eureka, the freeway ends, and
we get to enjoy a few miles of stoplights.
Then things pick up. As we get to Crescent City, the sun is shining, but
it is windy and cold. Spouse fills up on
gas, we get a few things at a grocery store then catch hwy 199, heading towards
Grants Pass Oregon.
Our intent
on going to Grants Pass is to visit with an old friend of mine, Joellen. We worked together starting probably in the
‘70s. Her husband passed away earlier
this year and I had to come here to give her a hug.
Hwy. 199 is
a heavily forested highway that follows the Smith River. The road is small and
windy at times, then open and easy. We have been so fortunate that the traffic
has been light. When we get to a small
town, Spouse sees a Dairy Queen… oh he
cannot help himself. He must have a blizzard!
We are in
Oregon now, and Spouse is writhing in pain as he sees gas for more than $1
cheaper per gallon. He has a full tank
and he is agonizing. Why, oh why did he fill up in Crescent City? (because we would have run out of gas, but he
was beside himself!).
As we near
Grant’s Pass, we found an RV park that is close to Joellen’s, and set up there.
It was still only about 4:30, so we went to Jo’s for a visit. Went to dinner and I can’t tell you how good
it feels to reconnect with someone that is so special. I was able to give her my hug. Mission accomplished!
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