September 23 Redding to Nevada City

 

Monday, September 23 Redding to Nevada City

I like to sleep on my humans.  I like their lower paws, and then their haunches.  I don’t like it when they move though.  But I just get up and lay on them again.  I sometimes like to lay between them and stretch out.  I don’t get why they move when I do this.

I had a tough time sleeping last night.  Tossed, turned and solved all the world problems.  Hmm, no caffeine, no alcohol, I even ate decent food.  Oh well, I will not be driving today!

My morning walk included Spouse.  We headed on the trail to the Sundial bridge.  Spouse does not walk as fast as I do (which really isn’t that fast).  I walk, then I wait for him to catch up.  And so it goes.  The weekend is over and there are fewer people on the trail.  Of course, a homeless person sleeps on a bench.  A man fully dressed in a winter camo jacket and black pants walks out of the water, dripping as he walks the trail.  Our spidey-senses aroused, we both had pepper spray ready, just in case.  It wasn’t needed but the guy was definitely one brick short of a full load.

On our way back, we toured the arboretum.  They are setting up light displays for the holidays.  Lots of colors!  It will be amazing!  As we near the end of our walk, Spouse laments about how long it was…  I would have been back 20 minutes earlier if I was by myself…  I am glad he went tho.

We get Artee ready and drive over to the dump station.  As I sat in the truck, Rudy decided he wanted to explore and jumped out the window.  Really?  I calmly got out of the truck and grabbed his little black ass!  Then I got a leash and walked him around while Spouse was doing RV duty.  Rudy really loved it here, but dumping his humans?  For shame…

We start our drive towards Nevada City.  Since Spouse updated our GPS, she is doing much better.  I think I still prefer Google Maps.  We are doing both and so far, they have ALMOST been exact.  Down I5 we go, then pick up 99.

Then… Spouse sees a sign for cheap gas.  There is no containing him.  I become his ‘Gas Buddy’ bitch.  But Gas Buddy doesn’t have this one gas station.  As we pass all of these easy access stations with low prices, it is just not enough.  Then we see a billboard to take the next exit.  We drive… and drive…  3 miles later, we get to the gas station.  We take about 25 gallons for a bit over $100, then drive off.  I get a text that $300 was charged to my credit card?  Really?  We turn around and march into the station.  What they do when a credit card is used at the pump (I RARELY do that), is they automatically charge $300 until the card is verified, then they refund what you didn’t use.  They said there was a sign outside that explains this (there wasn’t).  Spouse took it upon himself to inform everybody at the pumps.  Then he called the police (like what are they going to do?).  It’s just the way it is.  He got over it, but we will be watching our credit card!  Why, oh why must he make getting gas so difficult!

The scenery is beautiful; rolling hills with oaks and sycamores.  Farms and ranches spread out widely.  As we get close to Grass Valley, more pines and manzanitas.  We pull into the Elks in Nevada City, and park next to our buddies Kathy and Brian.  This was not a coordinated visit with them.  They are visiting their relative, and we are visiting our friend Sue, but for tonite, a wonderful Thai meal and a few games of Rummicube.  I did win one of the games ending a long drought…

And Spouse is reveling in the fact that he got inexpensive diesel that was NOT bio deisel.