After a day of housecleaning, I’m ready for dinner out with Bill and Ann.
Earlier I took advantage of the showers and laundry at their campground (Collier Memorial State Park). Back at our campground I also shined up the BLT, top to bottom. I even took down the blinds and washed them under the campground faucet.
One of my kitchen cabinets is hanging from one hinge. The screws in the other hinge won’t hold anymore. Bill has longer screws and a wood block to put on the inside of the cabinet so the screws have something to bore into.
That repair finished, we sit outside in the chairs on my patio mat and talk until it’s time to go to the local “hash house.”
We park our vehicles side by side, leaving our canine crews inside them.
Our table is at a booth next to a window. We look out and see Bridget with her nose skyward, obviously howling, although we can’t hear her. Sammy’s in the other vehicle with her nose skyward and howling, too, but we can’t hear her either. It’s a funny sight. Soon they disappear from the car windows, settled down to wait for us.
The food is nothing to blog about.
But the company is fantastic! We talk about winter travel plans and share a lot of laughs.
The next morning I break camp and the crew and I leave Williamson River National Forest Campground. We stop at Bill and Ann’s campground to fill the water tank and to use the dump station. I take the waste hose out of the bumper and see that the part that attaches to the BLT’s waste drain has come apart. Darn. I don’t know where the other hose is. Ah, duct tape! Sure enough, the tape holds and there are no spills.
I swing by Ann and Bill’s campsite to say thanks and goodbye… or I should say, until we meet again, maybe this winter in Arizona.
A quick stop for propane at the Indian casino and we’re on our way!
I love Oregon. What a wonderful time we had . . . camped in the forests, at the coast, next to rivers . . . .
Soon we approach a sign, “Welcome to California.”
A few more miles and the road straightens. Nothing much to break the monotony of dry grass and junipers, until another sign, “Inspection Station — All vehicles must turn into station.”
“Oh no! Not this again.”
I hope they don’t know I’m wanted by the State of California for harboring a zucchini. Another sign appears, “Station closed.” Whew! That was close!
Even though it’s early in the day, I’m weary of driving, so the sign for Howard’s Gulch Campground ($6.00 regular, $3.00 with Senior Pass) looks welcoming. Although it’s a pleasant campground with pretty, yellow-green, quaking aspens, it’s kind of hot. After I slowly drive the loop around the campground, I get a second wind. I’ll push on.
Right before we reach the little town of Canby, I turn onto Route 299.
We go up and through Aiden Pass (elevation: 5,173 feet).
Upper Rush Creek Campground is our camp for the night, maybe two.
It’s in an evergreen forest at a high enough elevation to be comfortably cool. The water has been turned off for the winter so there’s no campground fee.
I find a level site with a little afternoon sun for the solar panel. The crew is excited, as usual, to have a new home to explore.
The plan for our next camp is Eagle Lake which is south of us and about thirty miles northwest of Susanville.
Canine Corner: “I run away from home” by Bridget
Spike and I are out in the campground road barking, something we do at every new campground. We want to let all the creatures know that we’re living here now, and we aren’t afraid of them. Well, rvsue gets mad and comes around the PTV, all in a huff.
I can’t believe what she does! She bops me on my behind and then she bops Spike on his behind! So we don’t bark any more which is our job.
It really hurts my feelings.
Spike’s pretty miffed about it, too, so we both decide to run away from home. Spike doesn’t go far before he caves. I see him go back and lie down next to rvsue in her chair.
Not me! I’m leaving and I’m never coming back. I find a new house to live in. It’s pretty nice, although I’m having trouble with the door.
Well, rvsue finds me at my new house. She says, “Aw, honey, c’mon now. Let’s go home.” She takes my leash and leads me back to the BLT. I’m still upset so I sit under the PTV with my back to her until supper. After supper, rvsue holds me for a long time.
I guess I’ll stay.