Thursday, April 3, 2014

We're off to see the Wizard (our wizard of a dentist) ...and then the grand babies!!


Phase 1: Oregon to Texas...



With rather short notice for such long-term preparation, we decided to stretch our Texas dental visit into a full-fledged east coast venture.  One big sweep around the USA, with a possible return through Canada!  We made a 'dry run' with the RV, after taking it out of winter hibernation, and all systems seemed a go.  We then had a week to close up the house, inventory the RV, pack it full of groceries, grab the cat, and hit the road.  We allowed ourselves a bit of extra time to visit Happijac in Salt Lake City, as Norm was concerned with one of the jack motors.  We also planned on a couple of days at Moab, UT, to visit the beautiful canyon lands. So we planned our departure for Friday, March 21st.  Thursday evening, with a cheerful knock at the door, entered our neighbors Chris & Teresa...toting a big pink box.  "Oh!  I know that pink box!  You've been to Richard's Donut Shop!!"  I thought.  Sure enough, they presented us with the perfect 'going away' gift –a box of donuts– and saved us a trip to Richard's in the morning!







Their good luck wishes were so cute, I just had to hang the box top in the camper.  Obviously, this was a few days later, after we had devoured them all!






We hoped to get on the road by 11 am, so at noon (that's kinda close to 11, isn't it?!) we were feeling pretty good as we locked the front door and started the truck.  Step #1: check the lights.  Uh-oh...no left blinker on the rear.  As a matter of fact, no light at all!  Darn  –we'll have to make a stop at the auto parts store for a bulb.  Norm gets the new bulb in, and still, ...no lights!  Try another bulb...same thing.  "Must be a wiring problem" says the guy in the store.  So off to the RV dealership we go.  An hour or so later, we get the relieving diagnosis that it was just a bad contact in the camper's "umbilical cord" (as we call it).  That dog-gone thing has caused us more trouble!  We vow to replace it after this trip.  Asking for the repair bill, we were told "No charge. It was a simple fix."  Surprised but delighted, we tipped the technician and headed for a late breakfast.  Stumbling block #2: Driving to the restaurant, it suddenly dawned on me that I couldn’t remember packing the container that held all the cables and rechargers for things like the computer, cell phone, camera, etc.  So back to the house we went, and sure enough, there it sat on the dining room shelf.  It would have been unimaginably inconvenient to have left without those, so –in a way– I was glad we were detained by the brake light!   By the time we got out of town, it was 3:00 in the afternoon --slightly later than planned(!). Oh well; at least we were on our way.



We've learned to make the first day out a short one for distance and time, to lessen the stress of getting out the door, which is always an effort.  Did we...?  Do we have the...?  Is the...ready/filled/attached/charged/locked?  Are you packed? Have you called...?  It can be totally exhausting!  So an early arrival at camp, and time to recover, is very healing.  It was with this intent that we planned our first stop for the Crane Hot Springs, just outside Burns –a mere 165 miles away.  We had packed our swimsuits in anticipation of a luxurious soak in the natural waters.  Stumbling block #3:  campground full  –!  Well, there aren't many choices for campgrounds around this area, so we had to settle instead for the Crane Store/CafĂ©/Gas Station/RV...basically, a spot in a gravel parking lot. 







Okay, this isn't too bad; we'll get a good night’s sleep and head out early in the morning.  Preparing to hook up the water and electric, Norm opened the refrigerator door to retrieve the water filter.  Stumbling block #4:  He was met with a carton of eggs flying towards him at top speed.  Splaaaat! –on the floor they landed.  On the floor, on the rug, and on the walls!  As I cleaned up the floor and walls, he took the rug out to clean it.  Temperatures dropped during the night, and we awoke to a frozen taco of a rug.  And that wasn’t the only thing that froze.... Stumbling block #5:  we forgot to take in the water line (like we haven’t done this a million times before –and should have known better!), and it was frozen solid, too.  So rather than get an early start, we had to wait for the sun to thaw the rug and the water line before we could move.  To be honest, we both contemplated postponing the whole trip, given such ominous ‘warnings’ had been cast upon us –!!  But we’re stubborn, so down the road towards Nevada we went.





Next stop was Winnemucca, and an RV park we were familiar with.  Thankfully, no more surprises.  We looked forward to breakfast at “The Griddle”, a wonderful spot we discovered last time through.  Unfortunately, this was a Sunday morning, and the place was packed.  The staff was rushed, and the food and service reflected it.  Full, but disappointed, we left Winnemucca.  Another stop near Nevada’s eastern border, then we were in Utah for an appointment to get the camper jack looked at.  All went well, and Gary and his crew did an amazing motor rebuild on the spot, for a mere $59.  Those guys are just great!  Thank you, Happijac!!  We did some shopping at Camping World, and still managed to get to Moab before sunset.










Weather predictions for Moab (as well as all of southern Utah and northern Nevada) were calling for very strong winds (30-50 mph) and heavy dust storms.  We thought it best to sit tight for the day, and alter our route as well.  We were so grateful to have made that decision, as the prediction held true.  The strong winds knocked at our little camper, and punched it back and forth as if we were in the middle of a dry hurricane!  Skies were darkened by clouds, but even worse...by sand. 







Even with windows and doors closed tight, we’ve been wiping the storm’s talcum powder dust off of everything for days since.  We had a window of good weather the second day, but the new route to take us away from the storms added miles  –and caused us to have to push to get to Texas in time for our appointments.  No time to play in the canyon lands after all; we’ll just have to come back here a third time someday. Meanwhile, the scenery leaving Moab, and then later entering into Albuquerque, was gorgeous –and the calmer weather held.









But as it was still very chilly, Gracie opted to stay under the covers rather than sit in the window and enjoy the view!





After Albuquerque, until we reached our stopping point in Texas, the only highlight was Roswell, NM.  The drive was very straight, flat, and boring, just like the GPS image predicted...








No longer the kooky little town we remembered from the 1970s, there were hardly any outer-space visitors to excite Gracie and Norm, or scare the daylights out of me!  We caught a glimpse of a few hanging around the gas stations, shops, and museum...









But we did have a lovely sunset (I think Norm was up late searching the night sky for visitors!).







Just before crossing into Texas the next day, we happened upon this amazing sculpture in the small town of Artesia, NM...




 



During the last leg into Texas, we drove past miles and miles of oil-drilling rigs, as far back in the fields as the eye could see.  Where is all that oil going????









            Coming into Texas, we were greeted by this beautiful, old stone building in the town of Brady... 






We made our way down to Marble Falls, and set up camp at Black Rock Park on Lake Buchanan.  We’ll roost here while taking care of our dental needs with our amazing ‘wizard’ of a dentist  –and wonderful human being– Dr. Nunnally.




Waiting for me at the dentist’s office was my brand new Olympus camera (I had to have it sent here, since I didn’t decide to purchase it until after we got on the road).  



The black spot in my tried and true Canon PowerShot was just getting larger and larger, and I couldn’t tolerate it any longer –nor was I always able to ‘hide’ it in the photos.  I dutifully read all the instructions, and when confident I did everything right, took the Olympus out for a day’s worth of shooting.  When I tried to upload those 50 or so shots onto the computer... they weren’t there!!  Well, actually they were; but I could no longer get to them because I had failed to format the SD card first ––which was nowhere in the instructions!!!  When the camera forced me to format the card, all the photos were wiped clean.  UUUURRRRGGGHHHHH!  Lesson learned: ALWAYS format a new data card!  (I should have known that blush).


There are plenty of interesting things to photograph in the Texas Hill Country, so I’m sure I’ll find some fun photos with which to fill the next update!






Sunday, March 23, 2014

The "OwenStones" Come to Visit!!



...and the West Coast GPs are ready!

When our Jonnie-O (Owens) married the beautiful, talented, and wonderful Anna (Copplestone), they brought into the world the most highly awesome Robert Henry Norman Owens (otherwise known as Whoa-Boy), and became the OwenStones...a family comprised of some of our most favorite people, and very dear to our hearts.  In late July, they began a long west coast trip, which included three weeks with us!  We were determined to show them as much as possible of this beautiful state, and we made a pretty good stab at it.  Of course, being subscribers of the Donut Diaries, they were expecting plenty of baked treats to go along with the sightseeing!  I don’t think we disappointed...

After much airline difficulty and mix-ups, the OwenStones arrived in Portland early on the morning of July 26th.  After filling them with a hearty breakfast, next stop –by request– (and certainly necessity) was the infamous VooDoo Donuts, now with three locations in Portland. 


Ever since this bakery –specifically their Maple/Bacon Bar–  was featured on Food TV with Anthony Bourdain, their popularity has been outrageous.  Henry tore into his voodoo doll with relish(!), while the rest of us waited patiently to devour our prey.



  Next stop was the Detroit Dam, for a break from the long Portland drive...it was a very hot day, and the stop was refreshing.


The next week was spent relaxing around the house, exploring Bend, and giving the OwenStones time to decompress from their unbelievably harrowing airline treatment.  Henry enjoyed shedding his clothes and jumping into the sprinklers on hot days...

diving into the fun activities at the Old Mill Park...


jumping off the wall at the top of Pilot Butte...


being pampered on our massage table...


pretending to be an eagle at the High Desert Museum...


flying airplanes in the back yard...


helping Norm mow the grass...


and enjoying lots of library books by the fireside...


Jon couldn’t wait to get his rod and reel in the water, so first stop was Tumalo Creek at Shevlin Park where he and Anna got a taste of Oregon fishing...



while Norm and Henry cooled their feet on the bank...


then it was Henry’s turn to try his luck, with his Dad’s gear of course...


The first venture outside of Bend was a trip to Smith Rock by ‘the guys’ (Anna and I stayed home to cook, and to enjoy the peace and quiet!).  Jon, Norm, and Henry hiked and fished this outstanding natural wonder...







Next venture was an overnight camping trip for the OwenStone family up in the Sisters Range.  They camped at Todd Lake, then fished their way from lake-to-lake before returning home the next day...




The one that got away!


Actually, that was taken in the pond at the High Desert Museum, where we visited the following day.  Jon had an amazing Olympus camera which, in addition to normal function, could also be submerged right underwater for some awesome shots.  This is another of my favorites... Henry’s little feetsies!


The next morning, we sent Jon and Anna off to the Crooked River to do some serious fishing as a twosome, while we got to play with Henry.



And the next morning, we all –including Gracie!– set off for the coast in our RV...tents, backpacks, and fishing gear in tow.  Of course, first stop was the Sister’s Bakery to load up on donuts and pastries of various kinds for a hungry crew. 


Our selection even met with Gracie’s approval...


That afternoon, an overnight stop at Fishermen’s Bend gave Norm a chance to tempt the fish on the Santiam River  ...or was it the other way around?!


When we arrived at Beverly Beach, we were once again met with overcast, rainy, windy weather.  Not good for sunning, but great for kite flying, beachcombing, and ice cream cones!  

We surprised Henry with a visit to the Newport Aquarium, where he got to view the sharks –one of his favorite things– “up close and personal”(!) 



He would have stayed there all night if we would have let him, and actually, the shark area is available for rent as a sleep-over for up to 10 or so (if you can afford it!).  No thanks; my dreams are scary enough!

Our final days back in Bend included another fishing excursion to Tumalo Creek, especially so that Henry could get some practice in these wild, western waters...


 
Then the family threesome headed up to Crater Lake for a day of sightseeing and picnicking.  The lake is a jaw-dropping sight when seen for the first time --right, Henry??




And for their very last day in Bend, Jon and Anna attempted and conquered the scaling of the South Sister!!




We filled them with waffles and bacon by the pounds upon their return, and then our mighty troopers subjected themselves to ice baths to allay the muscle cramps threatening their legs.  A long, sound sleep found them fit-as-a-fiddle the next day.  Sadly, it was our last one together.  We would spend it making the long drive to Portland so that the OwenStones could get a good rest before their early morning flight back home the next morning.  It was also my birthday, and my wishes were to drive around Mt. Hood, visit Multnomah Falls, and have dinner together at a Middle Eastern restaurant.  All my wishes were granted (how lucky am I ?!!), and it was a wonderful day...




After we left them at the motel, Norm, Gracie, and I settled in at a nearby state park, and the following morning began a new journey out to the far northeast corner of Oregon.  We had to do something to fill the void of their departure!  Though, I’ll admit, Gracie didn’t take their absence too sadly...she was thrilled to have her truck space back again!