September 21 Starting towards home

 

September 21  Starting towards home

Let me in!  Let me in!  I know she is using the hole with water and splashing her muzzle!

We stayed in a business area in Grant’s Pass.  So, our walk took us about the streets, looking at this, looking at that.  We weaved our way around and stumbled on a corvette show at a local car dealership.  Old and new, lots to look at.  I recently had to retire my car with my beloved stick shift, and I was amazed at how many of these had automatics.  What a bunch of pussies!  Some of the old classics were manual and in primo condition.  I looked at one yellow one.  It had a helmet and harness straps…  Hmmm…  I think this one was above my pay grade!

Spouse headed back and I walked some more.  I listen to podcasts when I walk.  Normally they are true crime podcasts.  I heard this screaming and it didn’t fit into my podcast, did it?  Again…  Oh crap, there is a creature buried in the bushes having a hissy fit that I am walking the sidewalk…  I hurried on, with my headphones only on one ear so I can keep aware of things.

With the time we spent at the corvette show, we got a pretty late start.  It was about 11:30 when we hit the road.  Our GPS has been doing better.  She isn’t perfect, and I know that only when I use my phone too, but she is much, much better.

Grant’s Pass is in a wee valley surrounded by forested mountains.  It is very scenic, and stays that way as we continue south.  When we get to Ashland, Spouse wants to top off the gas tank.  Odd, the gas station does not have high clearance, so we follow the road around.  And around… and down… and around.  It is a cute college town with a bustling downtown area, and adorable homes.  Lots of action on this Saturday.  After a gazillion miles, we finally get to a gas station.  The beauty of this… it is full service!  Somebody actually pumped our gas and washed our windshield!  And Spouse saved a boatload of money filling up here.  Oh, so grand!

Crossing back into California on I5, we have forested mountains guiding us.  Then the mountains fade a bit in favor of the rolling hills with oaks.  Then more forested mountains.  And so it goes.

We stopped at a rest stop and switched drivers.  Spouse has a bit of a hard time letting go…  Shut up and let me drive!  Spouse, what is that light there? 

Oh crap, that is a ‘check engine’ light.  Can we still drive?  For now… we will see later… 

I hate when I drive and there is road construction.  It seems that the k-rails make the road tiny.  I find myself sucking in my stomach to make us skinnier… AS IF! 

On the horizon is Mt. Shasta.  Its peak still has snow on it.  We cross over Lake Shasta.  Hmm… quite a large bathtub ring.

We ended up at the Elks in Redding.  It is on the Sacramento River.  It is quite warm, in the 90s, but after the punishing cold along the coast, it feels good.

In tomorrow’s episode, we will find out if the truck is driveable, and where we go from here.  We would like to visit our friend Sue in Grass Valley, but only if we are not going to break down!

Rudy’s numbers for his diabetes are still elevated but not horribly so.  We only inject him about every other day, but we only have a few needles left, so we do need to head home.  And he is obsessed with helping me wash my face in the morning.  The only problem is that there is not enough room for him to help…