The Dalles, Oregon

The Dalles is where we’ve lingered for the past couple of days. We’re here to visit with our Winnebago Group who are staying in their rigs at the local Eagle’s Lodge. We didn’t bring our trailer because Diane didn’t want me to aggravate my poor pitiful shoulders any more than necessary. I was, of course, all in for that relief.

The shoulder (left) is actually getting better after giving me a ton of grief for about three weeks. It was damaged a bit on my last tumble to the asphalt a few weeks ago. That happened just when I thought I was on the mend. Silly me, right? The fall is just now revealing its true damage in the form of a bruise on my left shoulder. When I first fell, I thought the main damage was to my left wrist which hit mother earth first. But that turned out to be the pivot point for me to rotate forward and bang both my head and shoulder on the ground, along with everything else.

It took more than a week for the shoulder to produce a bruise, a sign of its displeasure for being treated so badly. I’ve mentioned before about the beatings I’ve taken over time that failed to produce bruises like everyone else. I feel kind of cheated for that. Seems like I should get bruises just like normal people do.

So, here in The Dalles, we are living in an AIRBNB unit that is pretty much in the heart of the city. The old part of the city. Our travelling friends paid us a visit so I took this photo;

Historically, this house was part of the church you see in the back and was called the nunnery. This porch services the one unit we rented as well as the main house that fronts Fourth Street.

This is our room. It’s a studio with a fridge and micro.

The view out our side window.

Here’s a view of our side windows, all three of them.

Here’s a look from the courtyard.

Today we had lunch in the courtyard. Simple fare from Burger King.

It’s been a fun trip except for last night when I was dealing with high blood sugar because I chose to eat an entire serving of lo mein too late in the evening. It wasn’t a good night.

Tomorrow we return home. Max will miss his time in the sun.

2 thoughts on “The Dalles, Oregon

  1. What’s with this falling business? Slow down and look where you are going! (So sayeth your equally increasing age numbered pseudo cousin). Sunshine in The Dalles … WOW! Happy you are back traveling with your friends. Diane looks great in these photos. Weight loss? New hairdo? Whatever …. Patty

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    • Yes, falling. It can be fun if you don’t take it serious. I’ve fallen a couple of times since we got home, but they were minor events compared to the Lodi, CA tumble. The really good thing about that one is I remember going down, but I was spared the landing.

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