My dad used to say that trouble finds me wherever I go. He may have been right. July 1, our first day of a new adventure. We’ve been experiencing interrupted sleep because of a 1000 Bike Motorcycle Rally at our previous RV Park. Thankfully they were gone by June 30 and we had a good night of rest, mostly. There was still the trains to deal with. We, like always, started later than planned. There was a lot to get put away and checks on just about everything had to be conducted.
After all that, we put all three cats in the truck. I should tell you their names since I’ve no doubt you’ll be hearing a lot about them in the days to come. They are Samantha, a stray that Tom brought in, who also happened to be pregnant. Her daughters are Penny and Helen. So, cats are in and Tom is hooking up to the 5th wheel. Except he’s talking to me through the window and gets out. He leaves the window slightly down and I look over a few minutes later and there goes Samantha, escape artist extraordinaire. We spent the next ten minutes chasing her around the campsite and the adjoining site before finally catching her under the pine trees.
Now, that everyone is where they are supposed to be, let’s move on down the road. 15 miles into our 376 mile journey we started getting alarms on the Tire Minder. This fancy little gadget monitors the tires on our truck and 5th wheel. They were slowly increasing in tire pressure. Tom called T&T Tire in Kelso and they wanted us to come by but we were already past them and so we carried on. The tire pressure increased on and off throughout the day, but no problems with tires. They are all brand new, so I would hope not.
While traveling down I-5 near Wilsonville, Oregon a car passed us with the woman passenger making the motion of revving a motorcycle. Tom said, “She’s doing this (making that motion).” I said, “that’s a motorcycle.” He asked, “Should we stop?” I said, “yes, we should stop.” We pulled over and discovered the Vespa was half hanging off of the Versahaul. The strap had gotten loose. We got it back on the hauler and while doing so a woman stopped to see if we needed help. I thanked her but told her no, we had it under control. I’m thinking we didn’t actually have anything under control.
We carried on down the highway and stopped for fuel in Eugene. I didn’t think to check the refrigerator but at the next rest area we stopped to take a look. It was not the best rest area and we had to park on the side of the road. I scraped my arm getting the stairs down but not too bad. I discovered the refrigerator was not working properly so got that fixed. But, Tom discovered the strap had broken on the Vespa. So, we definitely didn’t have it under control. He had another strap, made some changes to the way he put it on and off we went again.
We stopped at one more rest area about an hour from our campground to check the Vespa and all was well. Hallelujah!!!
We turned off I-5 to head to Blue Heron RV Resort. It is about 6 miles off the highway and the roads leave much to be desired. There were signs every few miles letting us know there was road construction. I didn’t see any construction, only deconstruction of the road. It was slow going as they were rough roads. We discovered upon arrival that the campground was built by a man with a Class A motorhome and so all the sites are straight in. Meaning, you have pull in, unhook and then back your vehicle out. There were very few Class A’s there. It is quirky but quite beautiful, as it sits along the Klamath River. The Camp Host was very friendly and eager to help.
Day One is in the books and we survived. I can’t ask for much more than that today. Blessings to you on your journey today.
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