The question is whether we want to leave this weather, and when we look at the weather map, the answer is NO!
We could stay here or hug the coast up to Washington, but as soon as you go inland just 20-25 miles, it's in the 90s. The problem is that coastal campgrounds are full--people escaping the heat from nearby inland. Aunt Judy agreed with Nancy that we'd regret moving anywhere inland.
I'm feeling a lot better. I want to go on a long, long walk, but Nancy says she wants me to finish my medicine, first. That's another reason not to leave here, Nancy wants to stay close to the vet who treated me.
Nancy went to a walk-in place to see if she could get her bp medication. It was full to the brim. Nancy realized that it was a county health free clinic. All signs were in Spanish as were all the people waiting. It took her about 5 seconds to come back out. It could be that the people are migrant workers or maybe they are running from the new Arizona immigration law. At any rate, she wasn't about to wait six hours to get a few pills. She has about a week and a half of doses left, so there's time. BP is good 127/67 this a.m. Pulse 68. That's for you, Susan, if you're reading.
We have the news on and they just announced that cell phones are dirtier than toilet seats and handles. Sure glad I don't use either!
Well, we moved about 100 feet to another spot. It didn't take any time at all. Nancy's actually getting better at hooking up. She got it on the first try this time. Set up and take down time takes less and less time since we left Atlanta.
The mail is coming, today. Susie gave Nancy the American Mail number and they tracked the package--it will be here before 4:30 p.m., today. Thank goodness for Susie. The mail forwarding service isn't so hot. They never sent the real estate tax bill, but Nancy went online and was able to pay them that way. She knew she always paid it in July. After the mail arrives, we're going out for a ride. Nancy doesn't want me to exercise too much until she's sure I'm protected by the medication. I have to take it until it is gone. Now that we have another week, here, there are some places in the area that Nancy wants to go--some places she can bring a chair while I am off leash. She's already told me that I have to behave and quit eating grass, otherwise she'll make me stay on the leash.
Uncle Paulie called this morning. He just bought a Mac!!! Hoorah. He's going to have such a good time with it. He got a 27" screen. Wow, pictures are going to look great. He has more toys than most old boys. ;-) I'm happy for him. Now, he'll see what Nancy means about Mac. He's going to love it, especially with all the movies, greeting cards, etc., that he likes to do.
Susie called after work, but she and Nancy couldn't stay connected. With our luck, just moving across the way may have changed the cell signal. Michael called last night, and John called yesterday morning. We're not really homesick, but Nancy does miss her kids and friends. Actually, we feel like we're home in the trailer. The house will seem gigantic when we get home.
We're going down through Yellowstone when we leave Idaho. There were two bear attacks, yesterday. One man was killed and a woman was injured. We were surprised that they allow people to camp in tents inside the park. Unless we misunderstood, we thought you had to have a hard-sided camper. Maybe the attack was near the park, not in the park. Jack Hannah also had a very close call in Montana. He has a beautiful home up on Flathead Lake. Nancy half thought about going to Montana, but it would add a lot of miles. I suppose we'll here more on the news about the attacks, tonight. The search is on for the bear to kill it. They said that there were no food violations around the campsites so there may be something wrong with the bear. The woman who survived said the bear had her by her arm. She could feel him breaking her bones and she had the presence of mind to go limp and play dead. Can you imagine? I'd be yelping and howling like crazy.
Well so much for two day mail. Didn't come. Tracking now says tomorrow.
Nancy said she was happy to hear Aunt Judy sounding so much better. Boy, when she gets a cold, she gets a cold. She and Uncle Frank have a score of over 7 million (and that was the other day) in Text Twist.
We did get out for a ride today, like Nancy promised. We tried to follow the Trask River to its beginnings, but we couldn’t get to its very beginnings. Nancy thought it was the same river we saw running down to the ocean when we went toward the Three Capes Scenic Area, and she was right. We'll go back there another day.
John called while we were driving, so did Susie. Nancy was telling John about how there is nothing “spectacular” about this area except the weather, at the moment, but it’s an easy place to be. All within 10 miles you can see rivers, lakes, ponds, the ocean, mountains, dairy farms, forests, and sand dunes. It’s very unusual and while she’s been here quite a few times before, she had no idea what nice country it is. She said she could live here. It reminds her of the Amish country, in a way; clean, big expanses of fields—just a lot to see of another culture. In the driveways, it's not uncommon to see tanker trucks that carry milk.
When we were driving on the narrow back roads, we came across sirens. We wondered whether they were for flood or fire warning. Nancy found this while searching for the answer on the internet, so now I know what that policeman was doing on the back roads the other day, and why he wasn't the most pleasant person. America's Speed Traps See, I knew Nancy was caught in a speed trap in Arkansas, only that cop was a pleasant guy. Back to the sirens--Surprising to be in the middle of the forest and see Tsunami sirens. There's some interesting bits of history in the article--Rich used to talk about the Tillamook Burn.
We learned something about cows, today. Nancy always thought they were non-responsive animals, but she stopped (because there was room) to talk to these cows and mooed at them.
When the cows that were in the barn heard her, they came literally came running out to see what was going on, answering her “moos”. It was a riot!
There is nothing ostentatious about the way people live in this area. They are, supposedly, fairly wealthy farmers as they own the factory but they all live in fairly modest, pretty little houses off the main roads. We came across one – someone liked birdhouses!
It's a shame that it's impossible to take pictures of so much of the pretty scenery that we passed.