It wasn’t far. There is a parking area on the street just outside the park and I got caught up in a little traffic there; three cars I had to wait for, but after a moment of shuffling, everyone was settled and I proceeded on a trail that was an out and back. When I got back to the parking lot, I wasn’t through with my walk, but I saw the tan minivan and thought “I don’t remember locking the doors.” I always do lock them, at least by reflex, but since I couldn’t specifically remember them going “click”, and in the spirit better safe than sorry, I diverted over to the car to lock it. When I got there I realized the car I had just walked to was not a tan minivan, it was a tan Jeep. An easy mistake for me to make because we had a tan jeep for ten years before the minivan; but when I looked around, there was no minivan anywhere in sight. What? I left it unlocked and someone took it? No. Not exactly. I didn’t lock the car because I didn’t drive a car to the park, I walked down the hill. Oh yeah. I continued my walk. Oh, these golden years…
Grants Pass, Oregon
2015 summer trip map Moon Mountain RV Park. It’s a nice little park.
A little tight,
… but very scenic.
A little tight, … but very scenic. We went south
We were going to go east through Eastern Washington and Idaho into Montana. Problem is, Eastern Washington and Idaho are on fire. It would take a couple days to get all the way through dangerous unhealthy air. So we went south. Out of Washington into Oregon. In Salem yesterday and today. Grants Pass on Friday and into California at Redding Saturday and Sunday. We haven’t decided on a route from there, but we mean to end up in Colorado to visit with the kids some more before we head all the way south to Texas again. 2015 summer trip map We hear there is a fair in town for the weekend. We presume these bunkhouse trailers are connected to that event. No sign of the pullers; just mobile affordable housing. They each have seven access doors. This one has three doors on one side.
…and four on the other.
This one has all seven doors on the same side.
The stacked windows on the other side suggest double bunks as well.
…and four on the other. This one has all seven doors on the same side. The stacked windows on the other side suggest double bunks as well. We watch little Annie
Asleep on the floor.
Legs twitching. She’s dreaming; running in her sleep. She’s old now; fifteen and a half. She doesn’t get around like she used to. It’s hard for her to see. She doesn’t hear much. She can’t jump. So we wonder. While she is sleeping, dreaming, is she young again, running free in the yard, leaping over obstacles, ears flying in the wind?...........
Good chance.
Legs twitching. She’s dreaming; running in her sleep. She’s old now; fifteen and a half. She doesn’t get around like she used to. It’s hard for her to see. She doesn’t hear much. She can’t jump. So we wonder. While she is sleeping, dreaming, is she young again, running free in the yard, leaping over obstacles, ears flying in the wind?........... Good chance. I have no sense of direction
That never happens. I always know where I am and what direction I’m pointing; but not here. If I can’t see the water, the only way I can find my way around is with the navigator. Every time I guess which way I’m headed then check the compass heading, I’ve got it backwards. We’re lost in the hills and valleys. Once in a while though, Mount Rainier pops up to tell us which direction is south.
That helps. We walked into a teriyaki restaurant yesterday, and the girl at the counter looked up, looked at me, and said “chicken bowl.” “Spicy.” Of course she was right. We’ve been here long enough
That helps. We walked into a teriyaki restaurant yesterday, and the girl at the counter looked up, looked at me, and said “chicken bowl.” “Spicy.” Of course she was right. We’ve been here long enough