Our big adventure begins! Hubby (who shall remain unnamed) and I are driving from Oregon to Georgia in a mini-van, towing a customized utility trailer accompanied by our four Shih Tzu dogs and a puppy. Yes, we very well may be crazy. As the days go by that opinion will be proved or disproved.
SO HERE WE GO……
Monday, June 27
Well, the adventure has begun. We left home Friday afternoon (6/26) and arrived at my youngest daughter’s home about 10:30 PM. A wedding the next afternoon and a birthday party in the evening filled the day. After a major reorganization of the van we were finally ready to resume our journey.
The engine roared to life and we began to feel the exclitement of once again being on the road. This will be our second cross-country drive, but the first in a mini-van with 5 dogs, hauling a customized utility trailer with our gear.
Oh yeh. I told some of you we would be taking our four adult Shih Tzu (Shee Tzu, not Shit Sue, if you please) dogs with us and you just read 5 dogs in the previous paragraph. Confused? Don’t be. We are also taking one of our three unsold puppies with us to Atlanta. A very excited lady and her two children are anxiously awaiting the arrival of our little Lulu as an adopted member of their family. Too bad I didn’t give them the dog for free and charge a fee for delivery. Just kidding!
Our goal for this leg of the trip is to travel 300 miles per day, covering the 2700 miles to Atlanta in approximately nine, maybe ten, days. No stress. Go with the flow. Take your time. Stop to see a sight or two. Right? Right!
We made our goal for the first two days. We just aren’t counting the two-day stay in Bend against the first 150 miles. It wasn’t without incident. We pulled a “Nick” the first day.* My family should know what that is. The first time we saw an inviting little RV park we decided it was much too early in the journey, as well as the day, to stop so we decided to roll on in the attempt to cross the rest of the width of Oregon before stopping.
*(See end of today’s post)
There was only one problem with that decision. Our route, State highway 20 goes through some pretty desolate, but beautiful, country and options for a comfortable nights stay are slim at best. There was a time in the past when you could stop almost anywhere and feel secure for the night. Alas, those days are long gone. After passing several rest stops and small campgrounds we stuck to our goal.
We reached the Idaho border about 10:30 PM (Mountain Daylight Time). After entering the Interstate Highway grid it was at least another hour to the next campground noted on our map. We considered a “pet friendly” motel but the charge would have been an extra $30 so we decided to pull into the rest stop only a mile up the road and rest awhile. Hubby climbed in the back with the dogs and all the gear that didn’t fit in the trailer. Quite a contortion trick.
My sleeping arrangements were even trickier. Bucket seats with a low console between them. Mind you a mini-van isn’t very wide. Stretching my legs was out of the question. Getting the “scooped” seats and the console even somewhat level was the trickiest part. Oh, the edges of those seats were hard. And my thin cotton skirt was no match for the ever-cooling air coming in the partially open window. Finally, I asked my husband, during a lull in my husband’s snore-fest, to toss me a pillow, which I placed in the hollow of the seat under my shoulder. I filled the top of the console with my knitting bag, filled with a 2/3 completed sweater. Out of options for the lower half of my body I just had to put up with the unevenness. Not having a blanket, or wishing to wake my other half a second time, I closed the window, hoping I would be warm enough. Then I prayed to wake up without having anything stiff or out of place. Sleep finally came — but four and a half hours was way too short.
Thus ended the first day.
*Nick, my dad, was well known in the family for deciding to “go on just a little further” before stopping for the night — or for food or a bathroom for that matter. As a youth, traveling sometimes meant sleeping in the car by the side of the road, pulling over into the desert or a farmer’s field by the side of the road, or just continuing on until our destination was reached, sleeping as best we could.
We once didn’t eat dinner until 11:00 p.m. We passed up all the restaurants that were open at dinnertime because it was “too early” to stop. By the time he was ready all the restaurants we passed were closed. We finally found a small, storefront Chinese-American diner open. Though they were only 15 minutes away from closing, and serving us would mean working late, they very graciously served us a tasty, nutritious meal.
Maybe the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Hubby’s decision to travel “just a little further” was encouraged by me!
P.S. In case you’re wondering why this wasn’t posted on Monday, I’m discovering that a Verizon Mobile Broadband doesn’t work everywhere and that just because your RV Park offers free Wi-Fi doesn’t mean they get a signal strong enough to enable it to work.