Sun Dec 19 – This day is here at last! Getting a late start as we are wont to do, pulled away from the curb around 1:30, but “no problema” as our first day’s goal was a scant 125 miles away . . .
No pull-thru parking for the RV at Star’s ("old" party-pal from high school days) in Dorena on the Row River, so we stopped at Vintage Inn in Cottage Grove to unhook the toad (or is it “towed”?). I led the way in the truck (loaded up with Blondie & Kiwi plus bicycles) and Harold followed in the RV. It was dark, raining, we didn’t really know where we were going, and Zoe (our GPS) was having a brain freeze, but somehow we actually made it to Star’s in time for dinner – which included a scrumptious pork loin roasted with Coke (that’s Coca Cola!), in spite of my coming alarmingly close to crashing into a large female elk (now I know for real the “deer in the headlights” look!) and Harold lagging behind wondering where in the world I was. (I think we were both just lost from each other!) Fabulous dinner and company and, as for sleeping, it was cold but very cozy in our “home, home on the road . . .”
No pull-thru parking for the RV at Star’s ("old" party-pal from high school days) in Dorena on the Row River, so we stopped at Vintage Inn in Cottage Grove to unhook the toad (or is it “towed”?). I led the way in the truck (loaded up with Blondie & Kiwi plus bicycles) and Harold followed in the RV. It was dark, raining, we didn’t really know where we were going, and Zoe (our GPS) was having a brain freeze, but somehow we actually made it to Star’s in time for dinner – which included a scrumptious pork loin roasted with Coke (that’s Coca Cola!), in spite of my coming alarmingly close to crashing into a large female elk (now I know for real the “deer in the headlights” look!) and Harold lagging behind wondering where in the world I was. (I think we were both just lost from each other!) Fabulous dinner and company and, as for sleeping, it was cold but very cozy in our “home, home on the road . . .”
To get our adventure off to an interesting start, we (pointing no fingers), locked the keys (in the ignition) AND Trixie in the RV, but miraculously managed to rouse a pj-clad locksmith who drove out to “the last house before the covered bridge” and saved us (and a shivering pooch) by opening the RV door at 10:30 pm for a mere $60!! (He did, BTW, get dressed first!)
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