It’s been a rainy, cold winter this year. We decided, after being gone a year from home, to stay home after our Alaska/Canada trip. Boy, did we pick the wrong year to do that!!! Like most of the PNW, it has been wet, wet, wet and the rain hasn’t stopped yet here in April.
We did take a few jaunts to the beach over the winter. My son, David, moved to Brookings, Oregon so we visited with him and his gal, Brook a few times. It is so good to have him back in his home state and close to me. We are about 3 hours away from him now.
While visiting him a last week, we got a call from the guy who bought our BigBlue Dodge Ram a few years ago. The call went something like this: “Dale, this is Tyler. I, with my family, own an RV resort and wondered if you would like to be a camp host. I don’t know any other RVers and thought of you.” Dale: “Tell me about it.” Tyler: Our RV park is on the northeastern tip of Vancouver Island, B.C.” Dale: “I will talk with Gwen and get back to you.”
After several phone calls to his mom who lives there and then to their manager, we received those details and made our decision. We are going to be camp hosts for the summer! We are excited about this new adventure to a place where we have never been. Telegraph Cove RV Park and Marina on the Johnstone Strait. Duties aren’t much at all and we will have time to explore the island. We will register walk-ins in the evening and check the bathrooms and report to the manager if anything needs done and he will take care of everything.
More to come as we don’t start until July. My daughter, Lesa, has loaned me her Canon EOs 50D camera, so I hope to have some awesome photo’s to share. A friend has said she has been there and it is an awesome part of this big world.
Life is good. When God puts something in front of you, grab on with both hands!
After leisurely get up and having breakfast, we broke camp and headed toward Sisters. This is always a beautiful drive. We were not disappointed of the wide vistas as we climbed up the Sanitam Pass. Three-finger Jack stood out against the clear, blue sky. Mt. Washington stood tall as we saw once again the ravages of the fire back in the 90’s. In the photo below you can see the bright colors of fall on the roadside.
We stopped in Sisters to buy fresh veggies and stretch our legs. Sisters was busy as usual but we just pulled through the town heading for the cut off to Redmond.
It is amazing how Redmond has grown – 26,000 people. We were hungry and saw Izzy’s right off so we stopped for lunch. Buffet style, but for $7.99 can’t beat a good lunch of salad, chicken and cooked veggies. Dale partook of more than that and was satisfied when we left.
We decided to take the back roads instead of going up 395 to I84. We went through so many small town: Prineville, Mitchell, Dayville, Mt. Vernon, Dale and many others with names but no post office. Many old buildings and farms in this area. The scenery was breath-taking!
Prineville as we come down the steep incline.
Smoke rising between mountains. As we came around this area, a controlled burning was probably in the works. Maybe farmers burning off their fields.
We passed by the John Day Fossil Beds National Monument (Painted Hills) which too us through a canyon with mountains on the right side and mountains high on the left by the creek. We say where the John Day River was just a creek.
Can’t you just see the American Indian roaming these hills among these great rock formations?
This town look almost deserted. Don’t know if this old church was in use or not. Many buildings were dilapidated.
This is the little town of Dale.
The quaint town of Mt. Vernon where we turned onto 395 toward Washington.
We thought there would be many places to camp but we were wrong. Not many logging roads heading off into the hills. We came to a state park in the Ukiah-Dale Forest district and found an empty camp spot. The park price was $6 to camp and $7 for the extra car. Not sure why campgrounds charge a price for extra cars and people. We took off at 8 a.m. the next morning to go have breakfast in Ukiah.
Our day was a long one – 6 hours of driving and only 235 miles! We were both worn out but the scenery going up Hwy 26 was worth the time we spent.
Life is good. God granted traveling mercies.
What’s the deal? Usually snowbirds head south for the winter of fun in the sun. Not the Prohaska’s!
The day before we left Sutherlin and our beautiful lot at Timber Valley SKP Park of Oregon, Christie got a few gals together for a sendoff lunch! I was happy to eat with these lovely people that have become like family to us.
Mary, Irene, Trudy and Christie all had a very good tasting lunch at Whitehorse Café. Irene and Trudy shared the big 1# hamburger and soup. It gave us all a good laugh while they tried to take a bite.
We left Sutherlin Friday morning around 8:30 to go the first let of our journey to Montana. Yes, I said Montana! A family reunion takes us there or otherwise we would be heading south and not north/east.
In Eugene, we had breakfast at Elmers by the Gateway Mall. Easy in for Dale but not so easy out onto a busy 4 lane highway. We had already decided to stop at REI to return some things so knew we would be in Eugene for a few hours. What we didn’t count on was having to get some legal papers notarized and shipped out Fed X. So we had to find a Wells Fargo Bank and then a Fed X office. Polar opposites in Eugene!
We weren’t able to get out of Eugene anytime soon, so drove the busy streets back and forth. Finally, around 1 or so, we headed out past Springfield to the McKenzie Pass.
As you can see, we had a beautiful day to travel. About 2:30 we stopped near McKenzie Bridge store for a dink and walk for Morgan. I was ready to call it a day. We found a campground called Trail Bridge on the left near a reservoir. We can hear the traffic noise from Hwy 126 but I wear ear plugs so that isn’t going to stop me from having a good sleep.
Dale setting up!
Out our front door.
Time for a hike through the campground and get my 10,000 steps in!
Life is good. God is faithful.
Here we are in Lodi, California with Dale’s folks and two sets of friends show up. Now, I call that blessed.
Being a full-time RVer, it is hard to keep a friendship going because of moving all the time. Yes, we have friends back home and it is easy to keep in touch through email and phones. I guess the same can be said by our RV friends, but meeting face to face doesn’t happen because of being in different states and/or places.
We just spend a day with Janet and Ralph and their grandkids because they flew for a visit from South Dakota. It was fun being with our traveling buddies again and our visit brought back good memories of our times together these last 6 months.
Yesterday we met up with our old bosses from our California job last year. They came to Sacramento for some R & R and called us to get together. We met them in Elk Grove at Red Robin for a late lunch and took up a table for a few hours while we caught up on their summer and job and what we have been doing.
We had a great time remembering and just touching base with them. We hope to spend a week with them next month as we take off for some R & R.
Good friends are the best and very much appreciated especially when being on the road.
Life is good and God blesses us when we least expect it.
As you know we are heading back to California via Boise, ID with a stop in Reno to see Chloe and kids. We traveled pretty hard the first few days. We did find places to stop and gather enough sleep to get us through another 300 miles or so. When we hit Cheyenne, WY we decided we had had enough sitting in the truck all day.
We found a nice spot at Terry’s Buffalo Ranch EXCEPT it was on the freeway. On our first try to go to the Visitor’s center, we found that traffic was being pulled off the freeway (25 to Colorado) because of dust being blown across the highway.(rain storm had hit the town) So we went to the Sierra Trading Post and looked around. On the way back to camp we did get to stop at the Visitors Center and was told about National Forest land up by Laramie. Great news to our ears.
We found a great spot to spend a few days resting and parked the rig. We have been here 3 days now are are prisoners in our own rig. Why?
Mosquitoes. Herds of them. Clouds of them.. We wait for the wind to come up enough so we can go outside and put things away. (We are leaving tomorrow.)
The remote to the TV has been replaced by the fly swatter. Our windows and walls have splats everywhere! I can’t wait to vacuum!
Dale has braved the outdoors by bike riding but he is eaten up.
I looked up mosquitoes and did you know that the female lives 2 weeks to a month? (bummer) Yep. The male lives a week. The female is the only one to bite because she need the blood to make eggs. The male eats nectar. Just doesn’t seem right.
Friends have offered up ways to keep mosquitoes from biting but when they come in clouds there is nothing that keeps them away – for long. It has been a real challenge taking the dog out to do her business.
I think both of us will be glad to get back on the road tomorrow!
Only 584 miles to Boise and grandkids. Yippee.
Life is still good (scratch, scratch). Jesus is my passion!
This week it has been one year since Dale retired from his job at Rogue Community College in Medford, Oregon. How quickly this year went especially when we had decided we wanted to be full time RVers but had to wait four years for that to happen. It seemed those four years drug on forever. We even had a count-down by day, hour, minute and seconds on Dale’s website to keep track of when we could begin our adventure!
Dale agonized and fretted over not being employed. They say men are defined by their job (in their own minds). He hemmed and hawed back and forth over this decision to quit. Yet, as I watched him in that last year, he was getting that syndrome called “short timers.” He got to where he couldn’t wait to shut his office door and turn the keys over to someone else.
Today, I am amazed at how he took to the RV life so quickly and easily. He keeps his days full with bike riding and reading and of course, his webpage and computer. His weather station that is hooked up to his computer and that keeps him busy also. He likes to tinker, so things around the house get fixed and stay fixed.
There is one thing he does miss from the “old” working days that I have observed. He misses sitting down in an espresso cafe with a good cup of decaf and reading the newspaper. However, he does manage to find one when we are close to a city!
Life has a way of coming full circle and I believe in Dale’s mind he has found his true life outside of work. Now to get him signed up for Social Security!!!! 🙂