Jeff was over earlier this morning and we sang Happy Birthday for you. Then we both grabbed each other and cried for a while. I don’t know about Jeff, but for me, I’m still living in a fantasy zone where I’m sure you are just around the corner from me and in one of these moments I’m going to run right into you. I miss you so much that I have a hard time coping once in a while. I know this probably upsets you a little but I can’t help it.
Yesterday, Friday, was lost to me. I remember a moment where Jennie took me shopping for some stuff and Jeff borrowed the truck to transport a fridge for Gilligan. Or, maybe, the fridge was today.
The Oregon game was on today and you had it set to record. Thank you for that. Jennie brought the Littles over to watch the game and to add a few ornaments to the tree. She stayed until half-time when the kids started getting restless then carted them home. So, Max and I finished the game on our own. It was a good game. Oregon beat JMU 51-34. It could have been a lot worse for JMU but Oregon dropped their guard a little the second half and JMU took advantage.
Apparently, the wind blew a bit last night because there were lots of tree pieces all over the yard. Jeff raked them all up and took them up the hill to burn. Maybe that was yesterday. Hmmm. I’m thinking I need to write something every day but sometimes it’s just hard to get motivated to do anything. Walking Max is still a priority so he’s not missing his walks.
It’s almost 2130 now so I’m going to wrap this up. Tomorrow afternoon is the monthly family gathering at Jen and Dan’s. I made two batches of fudge for the masses. I ate a piece during the Oregon game and it’s really good.
You can stop by any time you want. I’m here most days and I’d love to see you. My beard is getting longer every day that you are away. I’ve made a vow that I won’t shave it off until you look me in the eye and tell me how ratty I look. So, you should keep that in mind.
It’s Thursday. I missed coffee with the guys this morning and it wasn’t an accident. I chose to take Max around the block before submitting myself to a physical effort involving loading up our trailer for a trip to Everette, Washington next Saturday. Chuck is the driver. He said he’d be leaving around 0400 so he could miss most of the traffic in Seattle. Makes sense to me.
When I got there at 1030, work was in progress by Larry, Lonnie, Chuck, and Kathry. Chris showed up with me. He’s a Scappoose policeman and I can only presume he’s the Chief because that’s what Larry and Lonnie called him. Nice guy. A short while later, Sheriff Pixely showed up. It was a quite a crew we had.
The trailer we loaded was about 20′ long and was hooked to Chuck’s pickup, ready for the trip north. It took us about an hour to load it which was pretty good. I don’t have any numbers about what we loaded, but Kathryn does. I’m not sure how the process works other than someone calls Kathryn and she rounds people up. You probably know more about it than I do.
It was a good way to finish the morning.
Then I went home and visited with Max for a while. I suspect he would like another walk so I’ll have to consider that. But first I must do some errands. Max can go so he will be happy. CRPUD is first to get our new water heater on the record so they can give us the rebate we earned. Then I might stop by Dairy Delish for a chocolate malt that Max has been whining about for a while.
Just kidding. Dogs aren’t allowed to eat chocolate. So, maybe I’ll get him a vanilla malt, instead.
I took a pickup load of Jennie’s clothes and donated them to the Iron Tribe Network facility located at the end of Shore Drive. The location name is deceptive because there’s no way to get to it from Shore Drive. That’s where the clothes you no long need went. They were very grateful. Jennie sent a couple bags of kids’ shoes.
I’ll leave this one here. I apparently lost my mind for a couple of days.
Today was beautiful. Sunny and bright, not a cloud in the sky. It’s a huge change from the rain we’ve been having. The only evidence I could see that the rain happened is how hard the creek is running. It’s up at least 2 feet now.
I went to church because I thought it was time. I’ve missed weeing all those people. Thankfully, no one was sitting in our seats. It’s been a few Sundays since I’ve been, so I was concerned.
After service, I joined everyone in the basement for treats. They are doing it differently by just putting everything on the tables then going around with a coffee pot. I would have rather had water, but it didn’t appear to be an option, so I took coffee, black. It wasn’t bad, but I only had one cup. It was my first cup because I didn’t have time for anything at home before leaving for church. Max was a priority so I walked him around the block and he was appropriately happy about that.
After visiting with Chuck and Larry for a while I returned home and made myself a tuna sandwich using the mixture I’d made a few days ago. It passed the sniff test and it tasted ok so I figured it would be alright. It was.
About halfway through the sandwich, Daniel called Lydia and suggested we all go to El Tapatio for lunch. Sounded pretty good to me, so I gobbled down the sandwich, drank my milk, and we buzzed on over.
I had an authentic Mexican burrito with beans and rice, Jasper had quesadilla, Dan had a sampler plate, Siah got a pizza, Lydia had something I couldn’t identify, and Jennie had an enchilada. You’ll be happy know that I ate all of mine, like normal. It was filling enough that I was pretty sure I wouldn’t have to eat again today. Jared planned to visit later and offered to cook for us which I was all in for. But, Lyd and I ate so much lunch there wasn’t going to be any need for supper.
Since neither of us were hungry, he made a trip to Victorio’s for a burrito, Lydia had some stuff he had in his cooler, and I ate the popcorn Lydia brought home from the movie she went to last night.
Speaking of the movie, she didn’t get home until almost midnight. Max and I stayed up until she was safely home then we went to bed. I fell asleep without having to read my book. That doesn’t happen often but then, I don’t normally stay up until midnight. Maybe I should practice.
Oh ya. I took the steri strips off the new scar on my right cheek. It looks gnarly but nothing leaked out so I wasn’t too concerned that I’d stain my pillowcase. It didn’t and I didn’t so all is good. I won’t have to wash sheets and remake the bed.
Now I’m going to go get in it, right after I take Max outside one more time.
Up early due to inability to sleep due to the fact that Diane was unable to sleep due to her damaged back. That sounds complicated, I know, but it really isn’t. Her back isn’t damaged in the normal way because she didn’t fall down. It seems to be related to the medicine she received in Fossil, Oregon that was supposed to help with a bacterial infection she sprung up with. For a while she thought it was just back pain from doing something strenuous. The meds helped for a bit but we were both fooled by her uncanny ability to tolerate pain at a level only professional atheletes can endure and still function quite normally.
She seemed to be getting better as we get closer to home, but her “tough guy” attitude failed causing her to pick a wiser solution that ended with us terminating our last night in The Dalles. Instead, we packed up all our doodads, bit our farewells to Cliff, Susie. Terry, and Carolann and hit the freeway.
You may recognize that his is the first mention of Terry, and Carolann because our traveling partners to this point were Cliff and Susie. Terry, and Carolann joined us in The Dalles to join us in our triumphant re-entry into the Gresham area before venturing on home to St. Helens.
Before leaving last Wednesday morning, I took a long walk with Max, around the parking lot we were using for an RV Park. He was a little confused because he was expecting us to spend one more day on road. I don’t know why he was upset because all he does when we’re driving is sleep.
Diane did ALL of the driving on this trip. She insisted and I wasn’t inclined to argue about it. My job was to get the trailer parked at every RV Park we visited. She did all the rest, and she did it in an excellent manner.
It was good to get home, even though we enjoyed the trip. We made more memories, and none of them were the result of me falling on my face again. The last time that happened was on August 30th. Since then all the wounds healed, the scabs all fell off, and I didn’t even get a small bruise from the trama I suffered. I found that lack of bruising to be unfair. Most people who take a blow to the nose usually get black eyes. Not me. I attribute that to the fact that I have O+ blood. I’m pretty sure I shared this photo already but it’s worth another look.
Once home, Diane got to talk with Dr. Ly, her favorite, and he started her on a path that ultimately led us to the emergency room at Good Sam Hospital. They poked and prodded her, took anothe Cat Scan and ordered more internal pictures for them to study.
There’s one more trip to the hospital next week for the additional internal photos before they can identify what’s going on. They sent us home with a script for Oxy (which she won’t take), and something else for something I can’t pronounce.
My job, until next week, is to keep her from going crazy with laundry, emptying the trailer, and getting everything off all the counters and tables – all the stuff I brought in from the trailer. I got it pretty much emptied yesterday. It wasn’t her choice for me to scatter the stuff all over the house, but I was resolute to keep her from interfering with my methods of dispursing all the bags I filled. There’s a bunch of stuff I left on the patio, and even more that I added to the overflowing garage.
By the time you read this we will be halfway home. As I sit here, thinking, I have absolutely no idea where halfway might be. But, we’ll be heading that way some time this morning.
The mornings here in Baker City have turned frigid and Max doesn’t like that much because he’s so short and his stomach hairs get wet in tall grass. He hasn’t complained openly about that, but it’s evident in he way he looks over his glasses at us that reveals the truth. He also misses all his squirrel friends in his back yard at home.
Yesterday we visited a museum in town that looked promising, and it was. The biggest draw was a gold nugget that weighs about 15 bs, seriously. It’s huge. They have it, and lots of other nuggets on display behind 1 inch glass vaults. The big nugget is valued at around 11-hundred-seventy-five-million $$, a worthy sum for something you could put in your pocket. Surely it would hasten your pants to fall to the floor should you attempt to carry it that way.
There are many more photos of this venture, but I need to get this thing into a current status. Working from behind wears me out, and Diane’s ill so we needed to make plans for heading west to home instead of north to Hell’s Canyon. Yes, we’re calling it quits for this trip.
Diane had an infection that I may have mentioned, and took a bunch of pills to kill bacteria. It cleared up the urinary tract issue, but apparently killed bacteria required to help digest stuff. That resulted in severe abdominal pain. Since she’s the driver on this trip we pooled our thought with the Daron’s and chose to depart this morning with a new destination.
While packing up, Max lounged between the trailer wheels to ensure he wouldn’t be left behind.
This is the dog run area that Max will miss when we’re gone. It’s nine acres of off leash freedom.
The original plan was to turn right on Highway 82 in La Grande and head for Elgin for the night, then move on toward Hell’s Canyon tomorrow morning. Instead, we turned left on Highway 82 in La Grande with a pause in Summerville (population 135) to find Cliff’s Grandpa’s Grave then continued on H-82 to Elgin for the night. Susie found the grave no problem.
The jaunt to Elgin from Summerville took about 15 minutes and it was fairly easy to find the Ha-Wa-Nu RV Park. It’s located on the banks of the Grand Ronde River. That seems odd to me because the Grand Ronde tribe owns the Spirit Mountain Casino. We pass it on our way to the beach once in a while. It’s odd because we’ve been traveling around in Oregon for many days now and all the cars have Oregon plates and we recognize names of places we’ve been before. Normally, when we travel, it involves many states instead of just one.
The end of this trip was the Umatilla RV Park on the Columbia River. It’s very pleasant here and ALL of the grass is green. Max loves it, as do we. After dinner with the Daron’s, we rested well in preparation for our next leg to The Dalles. Dusty is looking forward to that.
We left John Day at the stroke of noonish and made the “grueling” drive to Paradise City where we will spend just one night. The drive was 13 miles, but it was on our list, so we stopped. It’s a really nice facility but right off hand I cannot remember much about it. My mind doesn’t seem to retain anything for a useful amount of time. It’s there, then it’s gone.
So, I’m just going to share what’s in my head right now.
First, we mad it to Farewell Bend State Recreation camp ground located a few miles from where Cliff’s Grandpa used to live. It’s a small town of 450 residents and has no gas stations. While he and Susie toured the town, Diane drove us to Nampa for a visit with Jim, Donna, Steffani, and Bob. Diane was excited about the drive because once you cross the border into Idaho, the speed limit rises to 80 MPH. It gave her an opportunity to burn out the carbon she’s been accumulating in the engine.
It was a nice visit. Short, but nice, and we got lunch!
Before leaving Nampa for our return trip “home”, we stopped at Costco to fuel up. The last time we didn’t do that and ran over 125 miles on an empty tank in the motor home. True story. We drove all the way to La Grande. The next morning was our checkout day so I had the pleasure of emptying our holding tanks on that way out of the park. It took a while and I’m happy to report that I didn’t spill even one little drop, then we went up the side road to Huntington to visit a museum.
There was a lot of interesting things inside, most interesting the curator who grew up in Huntington and knew where Cliff’s Grandpa lived (2 blocks from the museum). I think she remembered the color of the house, too. She knows the history of Huntington.
The railroad was something that touched everyone’s lives in some way, as did river traffic on the Snake River. There’s information about the time a steamboat captain sails his way through Hell’s Canyon.
The rest of the items are typical for a small town, except for this guy.
It’s not often that you run across a gun-toting preacher.
The next stop was at the “A Frame RV Park” in Baker City. It was a fairly easy drive. Actually, it was very easy for me because Diane is doing all of the driving. The only thing I do is park the truck and trailer on arrival, and hook it all back up when it’s time to leave. Easy peasy, right?
We checked in for a 2-day stay so relaxed after getting things connected then the next morning we took a trip to the Oregon Trail Interpretive Center that resides on a hill just outside of Baker City. Actually, it was just 4-5 miles from our current residence.
This was an excellent stop. The displays and stories are awesome. We stayed long enough to be the last wagon remaining in the parking lot. If you’re ever in Baker City, this is a must to visit.
On the way back to the ‘ranch’, we were assaulted with a rock hitting the windshield thrown by a little car going the other way, The glass chipped and cracked and will require replacement. We decided to celebrate this assault by eating dinner out at the Latitude Forty Five restaurant. Great people, excellent food.
Bsck at the A Frame Park, I took Max for a walk in the 9-acre dog park they have. He really liked the freedom and he met many congenial dogs.
I got the TV working by searching local channels. It’s almost as good as Dish TV but there are only 66 channels. We did, however, get to watch AGT for the first time on this trip.
This day, our last one here in BC, we spent looking around town for thrift stores and cheap places to shop.
Tomorrow we leave for Elgin hoping they can accommodate the two of us for a couple of days. From there we’ll be going to Hell’s Canyon.
Our trip took a negative turn while stopped in Fossil when Diane decided it was time to address the pain in her back and the suspect color of her urine. As it turned out, she was able to see a doctor right here in Fossil. That was a minor miracle. She got first class treatment, a diagnosis of a serious kidney infection, and a medical subscription delivered to a pharmacy in Condon, just up the road a ways. While waiting for her we toured Fossil (it didn’t take very long) and Cliff drove the pickup. I would have drove, but my wallet is somewhere in a USPS truck on the way to Nampa. Jennie found it and sent it to Steffani so we could pick it up when we visit them in a few days. Until then, it’s against the law for me to drive anything.
Once the doctor released Diane, we picked her up and headed to Condon. It’s 19 miles of wobbly road from Fossil. Our destination was the Murrays’ Pharmacy. We found it with no problem but had to wait a bit because the doctor pushed the wrong button, apparently, and the script was sent to Boardman. I suppose we could have driven there to get it, but had we done that we may as well have gone home from there. So, we waited.
Once the meds were dispersed, it was time for lunch so we chose one of he two available facilities. Sadly, they wouldn’t let Max in so we headed to the other place. But, the young lady who ran the craft store next door offered to babysit Max while we ate. Her name is Jennifer.
She was the highlight of the trip as far as I’m concerned. Very nice person. The food wasn’t remarkable as advertised. I think my judgement was swayed by my choice of a breakfast burrito. I had to pick the innards from a list and I didn’t choose well. Everyone else was OK with what they got.
From there we wove our way back to Fossil and spent our last night at the fairgrounds then hit the road again, heading for Grant County Fairgrounds in John Day. It seemed like a long trip, mainly because it went well into the afternoon. We’re normally hooked up at the next site by noon.
Now it’s almost 1100 and Diane is plotting the next stages of our journey. According to the calendar, the next stop is Farewell Bend State Park in Huntington, Oregon. Cliff lived part of his life in Huntington so there’s a reason for that stop. While there Diane and I plan to visit Idaho to get my wallet from Steffani. Then I’ll be legal and can go visit beer joints.
Before leaving John Day, Cliff and Susie are going to visit the Kim Choi Chuck State Heritage center here in town. It’s a pharmacy place from the 1800’s that was quite popular. I may have spelled it wrong, so look it up. Cliff is already gone because the center has RV parking out front. As plus is that they have guided tours and the entire experience is free. Pretty cool.
Here’s what I had for lunch yesterday in Mitchell. A really good hamburger and some apostrophe French fries. Never had those kind of fries before.
Diane said I should mention a little more about Mitchell so I will. It’s just a little divot along Highway 26 unlike the places we’re used to seeing along #26 in the Portland area. It’s. It’s a little confusing to me at times because here we are in a totally known part of the world and everyone has Oregon plates and we traveling the same roads that we do at home. It just doesn’t seem right to me at times. Another road we share is Highway 30.
The place we ate at was called Tiger Town which is affiliated with a like named brewery.
We ate outside under that red awning because they wouldn’t let Max inside.
It’s been over a month since my last entry and things have happened that you may (not) be interested in, but I’m going to share with you, anyway. So, continue reading at your own risk with the understanding that you may quit any time you wish.
This was a trip to Fort Stevens State Park in July. Max had a good time and showed us the joy of having a white dog. He loves the water and the sand, in any order.
We would have spent more time on the beach, but it was pretty crowded.
Max having a staredown with a buck in our back yard. The buck backed down after a long contest of wills.
Here’s how Max helps us make the bed.
Our Winnebago friends showed up out of the blue and hooked up for a 3-day visit. These visits are limited to 3 rigs because that uses all the space in front of the house. Another limiting factor is power. With this many rigs plugged into the garage circuits there’s no doubt a breaker will eventually trip. But, it all works out with a great visit.
Then, our old PT Cruiser friends appeared for a visit. This is most of the visitors. I’m sure others took photos but I got caught up in visiting and totally forgot I had a camera. Sorry folks. We’ll start out with Max demonstrating how shy he is.
It’s really sad that I failed with photos because some of these people have been able to avoid us for 15-20 years. We all don’t mingle like we used to.
Then, all the sudden, they were gone.
Our standing family gathering in July included friends from Intel which provided us with a visit with Jered, a guy she found in the Intel cafeteria.
In addition to whatever happened over the past weeks, we’ve spent the last three days in Waldport, Oregon with the Walters Family. Since all the adult children work different shifts for Intel it wasn’t easy to get them in the same room together on a good day, carving out three days was difficult. But, my live-in trip planner managed to make it work. She got a 12 bedroom house on a cliff that worked nicely so everyone had their own room. Sounds good, but there was only one bathroom with 2 urinals and 2 stools, which was nice but, due to shy bladders, only one of us could use it at a time. Kinda weird.
We drove to Waldport after church on Sunday. Three cars made the trip from various locations and we all arrived within 5 minutes of each other after a 3+ hour drive. Quite remarkable. That made Jerrie very happy because having everyone there meant he didn’t have to unload everything alone. Once the three cars were unloaded we all thought that turning the Littles (Siah & Jasper) free to play, then Diane got busy preparing dinner. She made her best Sloppy Joe stuff on Saturday so all she had to do was warm it up.
The big kids kicked around the neighborhood and found a path to the beach pretty close to the house. The rope tied to the block goes all the way down. Wearing gloves is recommended but I wasn’t going back for them.
This is what it looks like at the bottom. (that’s Cedric leading the way).
We played an UNO game that was hilarious, aggravating, and lots of fun. It was a very un-normal version of the game. The objective is to get people kicked out of the current game by winding up with 25 cards in their hand. Easy to do when everyone gangs up on you and you wind up drawing 20 cards instead of 4.
Tuesday was a trip to the acquarium.
On the way in Jennifer took my hand. When she was little, holding hands didn’t appeal to her so I never got to do that. On her wedding day, when I walked her down the aisle I offered her my elbow but she took my hand instead. That was the first time she initiated hand contact. The next photo was the second time, as we walked in to the acquarium. That made my day.
Taking a break …
We took turns cooking. Sunday was sloppy joes that Diane cooked on Saturday, Monday Jennifer cooked taco/nacho meat very good with lots of choices to spice things up, and Tuesday Lydia cooked a classy pork and noodle dish that was very good.
After dinner on Tuesday Lydia and I took Max for a walk on the beach. In the dark. He loved it and thought it was great fun to run away from us into the dark. He finally tired of that game and allowed us to reconnect his leash and head back to the house. We were delayed a little longer because Lydia couldn’t find the log she assigned to watch over her flipflops. Thankfully she found them. Thankfully, we had flashlights because it was very dark for the trip back up the path.
We spent a lot of time at the beach after we found a more suitable access point for everyone. The closeby rope path wasn’t a good idea for the Littles.
It was a wee bit foggy every day we were awake. Still, it was fun. Even Jeran enjoyed it.
Loading up for the trip home didn’t take long, then our visit to Waldport was done.
Our first stop on the way home was Seal Rock where we had to stop at the Chubby Lil Mermaid Pastry and Gift Shop to get one of their whale shaped, caramel covered doughnuts. Sadly, I didn’t take a picture of the one I got Diane. I checked their website for a photo, but they don’t have one, either. Guess you’ll have to visit them for varification.
That’s it for the Waldport visit. Everyone made it home safely.
Today is May 18th. the day Diane, and other branches of the family who have opinions, and decision-making authority. decided that it’s time for another family get together. Another factor, overriding all opinions is that this is the 3rd Sunday of the month. It’s become a tradition that Diane started. We all eat together on the 3rd Sunday every month. That makes it easy for me to remember.
I’m not aware of any celebrations that are planned. Yet. I just took Max for his first walk of the day at noon. In his honor, it rained cats and dogs. We got pretty wet but I at least had a raincoat to protect most of me, but Max forgot his. I don’t think he even knows where his might be. I also don’t think he really gives a rip because he’s just fine walking in mud puddles. He seeks them out. He likes being wet because getting that way normally results in someone vigorously dries him off so he won’t get water everywhere he goes. He loves that part.
The date has changed since I started this. Today is now May 31st. Since I’ve ignored this for the past 13 days you can readily see that I’m a little lazy. Actually. I prefer to view it as a profound demonstration of my procrastinating skills. I’m really good at that.
During that 13 day delay many things have happened. If it wasn’t for my inability to remember ‘stuff’, I’d share it all with you. The best I can do is do start typing and see what happens. My upfront disclaimer is that, if you read this, and disagree with something I share, please feel free to point out the errors. Doing that will do no good because we’re dealing with my reality here and everyone knows it’s sketchy. Most of my lucid moments are spent in an alternate universe.
OK, here goes. I’m pretty sure that Diane and I had a visit from our Winnebago friend recently. They stayed at the St. Helens Elks’ lodge RV Park. We had a great visit and enjoyed a couple of excellent meals at the lodge. One was a steak; the other was clam chowder. I have photos somewhere.
While our friends were visiting, two guys installed Diane’s new bathtub. It has a door so she doesn’t have to make that high step over the side. The old tub was working OK but I’m at the point in my life where bending and picking her up is beyond my ability. We discussed the tub at great length before making our decision, so we were ready to make the change. It didn’t take long for the bank to pony up some 2nd mortgage money so we could pay cash for it. Those two guys did the job in one day, just like the guy on TV said they would. We just stayed out of their way and let them have at it. We took a peek once in a while just for fun to see how things were going, but we didn’t talk with them for fear of derailing their progress.
I’ve spent the last day or so looking for photos to share that relate to whatever I’m writing about, but they just aren’t on this computer. So, in order to put this post to rest, I’m just going to find photos that has nothing to do with this post. Then I’m posting it.
This is me with a beard from 2019.
Here’s a photo from somewhere in Nevada (I think). Maybe it’s from New Mexico. That’s probably not true because I don’t think we’ve ever been to New Mexico for vacation.
Yup. I’m still sucking air, as my friend Junior used to say. That may surprise some of you since I have a history of harming myself in various ways. Thankfully, that hasn’t happened lately.
Except for my left shoulder. It’s kind of wonky and I’m scheduled for physical therapy to address that malady. That starts on May 8th. If I can still use my keyboard then, I’ll tell you all about it.
Before I go too far into this, I’ll admit that there may be some repetition about previous posts. You have permission to skip the repeated info.
Let’s talk about our truck. As you know, it sat idle in our driveway while we were off sampling the weather in Arizona for the last part of 2024 and a bit of 2025. I may have mentioned the issues we encountered previously, but things have progressed. For the last few weeks it’s been unreliable about starting. The first episode was during a trip to Portland for something I don’t remember, maybe a Costco visit, then lunch at Chang’s Mongolian BBQ. After lunch it wouldn’t start.
It would lock and unlock with the FOBs but the big START button did not function. Therefore, the engine didn’t start. I decided to try the remote start feature which worked fine, but I could not get it out of that mode. That means I couldn’t put it in gear. It’s supposed to shift modes when you press the unlock button after the remote start, but that didn’t work. That meant the truck wouldn’t let me put it in gear no matter how hard I tried.
So, I called AAA for a tow back to St. Helens so they could figure it out. While waiting for the tow truck I kept trying stuff and finally wound up slapping and pounding on the dash in the vicinity of the START button. That apparently caused something to wake up because it actually started the next time I tried.
Feeling lucky, I called the tow truck driver and cancelled the tow and away we went, directly to Emmert where I handed them all the keys and walked home. I was losing faith in that rig.
A couple days later, they reported that there didn’t seem to be a problem because it started every time they tried. Feeling brave, I drove Max to Wiggle Buttz, a dog store, to have his nails trimmed. He was. begging for a trim. When the toe nails were trimmed we jumped in the truck to go home but it wouldn’t start. I only tried once. Then we walked back to Emmert and I gave them the keys again and told them where the truck was parked and we went home.
It was during this period of being truckless that we went to Seaside for the weekend. Diane wanted to see the super low tide in person. So, we went and had a good time. Max got to spend time on the beach running just as hard as he could and, though it rained a bunch, we enjoyed the stay like we always do.
Diane took her Mom’s fancy walker to the beach and discovred that it glides suprisingly easy over the sand.
So, while Max and I played, she sat peacefully watching the surf up close.
Max was perfectly content laying on the table watching the surf from a distancd.
Can’t say I blame him because the beach was very busy with folks carrying clam guns that apparently are very popular during low tide. I’ve never seen Seaside Beach like this before.
Looking north there were a few TeePees people had built and we chose this one for our next home.
We took one long walk, about 2 miles to Norma’s and back just to get this required photo of us at the Seaside Turnaround.
Emmert called and told me they had analyzed about 40 error codes that all pointed to low voltage and deemed that we needed to replace the battery. I said sure, so they did. That was Friday, a week ago but we were at the beach in Seaside so couldn’t get it until Monday.
I went back to the dealer, paid the $580.00 that wanted for the new battery, and they gave me the keys. I happily went to the truck planning for a leisurely drive home, but it wouldn’t unlock with the remote.
I didn’t try anything else before taking the keys back to the service desk to report this failure. We went back to the truck and the service writer couldn’t get it opened with the remote, either. He pulled the manual key out and opened the door but there was a disturbing absence of dome and dash light when the door opened. This was an indication that the $580 was not well spent even though their specific testing of the old battery revealed it was bad.
After scratching our heads in unison for a bit, they said they would like to keep it for another few days to see what more they could find. I said, “sure, if you can give me something else to drive because Diane and I both have places to be at the same time. They wound up giving me one of their rentals, a 2024 Blazer EV which is pretty nice. I drove it home and tried to get the truck out of my head for a bit.
Today is Saturday and the truck will be there until Monday at least. I checked yesterday and it was in the shop, which is good, but they still had no clue what the problem is. That wasn’t encouraging.
So, I think we’ll just go out and burn up all that electricity stored in the EV’s batteries. It tells me we can go 216 miles before it requires a charge. Perhaps we’ll find out if that’s true.
In the mean time, Max is glad to be home and that the crick has dropped low enough to go wading like normal. One of his favorite things to do after a walks is to take a dip in the crick.
Temporary Sanity ... 