It was a warm Saturday morning as I pulled away from our Yuma lot with my casita and cats behind me and hit the road north. I had a relatively easy first day, stopping just outside of Searchlight in a small RV park for my first night out on my own. All went well the second morning too, getting through the dreaded Las Vegas but north of there I nearly got run off the highway by a passing motorhome and toad who misjudged oncoming traffic as he was passing me and very nearly swiped the front end of my new truck and barely missed the oncoming car. That night was spent in a Hawthorne, NV casino parking lot where they even provided free dump and dumpster. An early start the next morning brought me through Reno and Hwy. 395 north which much lessened the traffic and country roads allowed me to hit Klamath Falls, OR before tiring out at the Klamoya Casino parking lot. Bend was an easy hop in on Hwy. 97 the next morning, a Tuesday, so all in all I made good time I figure, as my first towing effort with 1173 miles done in three days and three hours.
The kitties were not happy campers in the least and I had a lot of problems with young Spirit in calming her down and finally (after a week!) getting her to eat again. And it took a vet visit at that. The trailer proves to be very confining for all four so I am not looking forward to the long haul homeward when I leave here.
Time is flying as preparation for the two-day family reunion/birthday bash took up much of last week and out of town company started arriving two days in advance. It was great seeing everyone and I think my mother was very moved and shocked at the surprise appearance of her sister Myrna, whom she had not seen in seven years, which we had kept a secret. Myrna had to leave on Mom’s birthday but not before partaking of the superior baby back rib and chicken BBQ put on by my son and daughter-in-law.
Seriously though, I see so many changes for the worst since I was last here nearly four years ago. The whole world wants to move to Bend and I can hardly wait to get out of here—it’s just maddening now with its overcrowding, its complete Yuppie mentality and designer beers, its sky-high housing costs with no availability for new transplants, and its Goddamn small roundabouts at practically every intersection. They used to call it “Poverty with a View” and I don’t see as it’s changed much excepting now they could probably also throw in “The place of the HAVES and the HAVE NOTS. There is no middle ground in Bend; you’re either filthy rich or you are nothing. What’s comical about this whole thing is that when my mother passes on, my brother and I are going to be left with ten acres in this nirvana that others would kill to own since the average lot size is now 4500 square feet and goes for $265,000. But alas, her property is not in the urban growth boundary so cannot be split—otherwise we’d retire as millionaires. Ah, what popularity does to a place is shameful. One of the best decisions of our life was to leave this place in the rear view mirror.
More to follow.