Once again, we didn’t make it on the road NEARLY as early as we had hoped. As a result, Im typing this at 9:15 pm while zooming through the pass about 30 miles north of Medford, OR. We’re hoping to hit Redding before midnight, so we can get a good night’s rest and still be on the road early tomorrow for the push to Palm Springs.
Our visit in Portland was fun, but it was hard to say goodbye to all our friends. We had meals and/or dessert with most everyone, although we did miss Aunt Bunny and Uncle Terry, Stacey and Shane, and Genessa’s husband, Murray. It was a blisteringly hot weekend in Portland, and we just were so exhausted by our trip down from Oak Harbor that we weren’t able to do all that we had hoped.
The trip has been oddly relaxing though. Both Hubband and I are feeling that in some strange way our stress is being relieved … perhaps because by being on the road again we’re actually moving toward our end destination and perhaps in no small part because it is always hard to say goodbye to loved ones and the good memories of special places. Along the way today, we’ve stopped several times—usually for a good reason (gas, food, etc). However, Hubband pulled off the road suddenly about 20 minutes after we got gas and gave me his mischievous look. We were at Rice Hill!
If you’re feeling as blank as I was, Rice Hill is a little hole in the wall drive up that Hubband’s family used always to stop at on their way across the pass. They have some of the best ice cream ever!! It was a little cooler and the kitties even seemed to enjoy the small respite from the road.
Now, we’re zooming through the darkness, with my laptop and the headlight creating small lakes of light surrounded by the backdrop of fir trees silhouetted against the stars. With Aerosmith blaring and Hubband wailing along, the kitties contented little fur puddles in the back, and work beckoning, the remaining 3 hours of drive time for the night to reach our goal of Redding, CA just doesn’t seem so hard to deal with.
Goodnight from Redding, all!