All the sudden is was time to vacate Fallon and be on our way to Susanville. It made Max very happy and he shivvered with anticipation of the pending journey. He was so happy he jumped on the dashboard, something he’s never done before.

I could understand his joy because leaving meant he wouldn’t have to work his way around the ant hills that litter his designated potty area, and we would be leaving the noisy fighter pilots in the dust with the promise of quieter days. Diane, however, will miss them. She still swoons a little bit every time they take off and streak across the sky like darts.

The RV park in Susanville was very nice. Almost all the RV spots are pull through cement landing pads bordered by grass and flowers. Very nice. We made one trip to town to visit the local Walmart to get some meds and various other things we needed. We always visit Walmarts wherever we land. Not a lot to show you about our overnight stay there.

We left Susanville around 1030-1100, or something like that, with the hope we could be tied up in Weed by the time the Oregon/Stanford football game was on. We would have made it had I not missed a detour sign when we exited Highway 89 onto I-5. Missing it meant we had to head south to Dunsmuir to turn around. Not very user friendly. Thankfully, we’d stopped not long before the detour to let Max look around a little.

We finally made it to the Friendly RV Park in Weed and managed to get connected to #14, their biggest space, by 1600, or thereabouts. The Duck game had been in progress for an hour but that was OK because it wasn’t broadcast on Dish anyway. So, we just logged into the local wifi and got updates on the game. Oregon won 42-6.

For dinner I cooked for the first time on this trip. I made breakfast with waffles, eggs, bacon, and sausage. It was good and Max was really disappointed that none of it fell on the floor for him.

Now were winding down for an early to bed so we can get up and leave early for Rogue River back in Oregon, our home territory.

Now we must plot a path that lets us escape the $6+/gallon ransom they charge for fuel in California. We don’t know if it’s any better in Oregon, but we’re going to find out.