I got a haircut, Gizmo got a bath and brushing, Valentino got his water changed and fishbowl scrubbed and we headed out for a little reconnoitering. The first stop was the Samoa Cookhouse. It is a family-style restaurant from the lumber days and carries its name from the town of Samoa where it is located. On the way back to town, while crossing the Samoa Bridge, Claudia looked to the right on a spit of land about 100 yards from the bridge. There, standing right next to the water, in plain view, in the wide open spaces, was a huge four-point mule deer buck. I absolutely did leer…and in a big way! I later went into Bucksport Sporting Goods on the main drag and found out that the buck was in a reserve. Oh well! They don’t get big by being dumb. We bought Gizmo some poop bags at PetCo and returned home to await the arrival of Ron and Juanita.
The Kohn’s arrived about 6:00 and we all did a “group hug”. There was so much to do (and we had a late lunch) that we just exchanged a few major information items, went into our own rigs, had dinner and did paperwork until 10:00 and went to bed. Not very exciting, but productive.
The weather has changed! We have been running the air conditioners constantly but we sure don’t need them here. In fact, I broke out the second blanket last night. The temperature was down into the 40’s! When I got up this morning to romp Gizmo, it was downright cool! My left knee (the bad one that I had the surgery on) was past barking. It was howling! It hasn’t bothered me in a long time. Oh yeah, it hasn’t been this cold in a long time. Duh! After morning chores, we got ready for a long work day. Let’s see how it goes.
We were at it all day and it’s still not done. We took a lunch break and decided to go to the Samoa Cookhouse because we needed the driving directions for the Trip Log…at least that was the excuse we used.
Samoa Cookhouse
The lunch was wonderful. It is served family style and is all you can eat. We had soup, salad, fresh homemade bread, coffee, pot roast, carrots and roasted potatoes. After lunch, we drove back to the Elks Lodge and got back to work. It is 8:50 pm right now and Ron and Juanita just left. We’ll work again until 10 or 11 to finalize what we did tonight. We have decided to stay another day so we don’t have to rush finishing up. Besides, the Samoa Cookhouse is having barbecued ribs for lunch tomorrow. Need I say more? We will head for Redding on Friday.
Thursday was our final(?) work day here at Eureka…maybe. Anyway, it looks like it. Claudia and I got a bunch done this morning and have a pretty good handle on the trip from Tillamook to Crescent City. We have given Ron and Juanita a whole bunch of good info on the rest of the trip. It should be much easier for them from now on. One thing I have not mentioned so far is the large number of “social outcasts” and other strange individuals up here. We have seen lots of hitchhikers by the side of the road, many with dogs.
Thursday was our final(?) work day here at Eureka…maybe. Anyway, it looks like it. Claudia and I got a bunch done this morning and have a pretty good handle on the trip from Tillamook to Crescent City. We have given Ron and Juanita a whole bunch of good info on the rest of the trip. It should be much easier for them from now on. One thing I have not mentioned so far is the large number of “social outcasts” and other strange individuals up here. We have seen lots of hitchhikers by the side of the road, many with dogs.
They are mostly all so filthy that I wouldn’t even give them a ride in the back of a pickup! How they can live like that, I’ll never know. There are also about double the number of dumpster divers that we have in the San Diego area. There are also quite a large number of “Forest Farmers” that use the National Forest land to cultivate a slightly illegal, but highly lucrative cash crop.
We took a lunch break for the aforementioned barbecued ribs at the Samoa Cookhouse. As usual, we overate! Luckily, I am wearing a wide, strong belt so the front snap on my levis won’t break. We are meeting in an hour or so…maybe two hours, maybe three…whatever...and will finish the trip to this point (Crescent City). Tomorrow we leave for Redding. Things are lookin’ up!
Things are lookin’ down! A couple of weeks ago when we were heading to Columbia, I was accelerating from a stopped or slow speed when the rig lurched a couple of times. At the time, I thought it was just a hard shift or maybe a bit of bad fuel. After two “misses”, it stopped and we had no more problems…until today. We were almost to Redding and I was coming down a hill. At the bottom, I started to accelerate and the motor started bucking badly for 20 to 30 seconds and then ran normally. When we pulled into the Elks Lodge, I got us set up and then went inside to pay. After the necessities were done, I called the local Freightliner dealer and talked with the service writer. He said it could be several things so we made an appointment for Monday morning to get the rig checked out. We are now officially out of warranty so I hope it’s something simple and cheap. We shall see. Don Baker, my old partner and Alisa’s godfather, came over at 5:30 and we reminisced for about three hours. Tomorrow, we are heading for Red Bluff to see Don, Pat and their kids and have a barbecue. I’m going to bed early tonight. It’s hot and I’m tired. ‘Night!
We got up slowly, had breakfast slowly, got ready slowly and left slowly. It was too hot to move fast. Pat and Don have been telling us we are having a “cool-down” right now. I’m glad we weren’t here during the “heat-up”. Last week, it was well into the hundred’s. Claudia and I have reaffirmed the fact that we don’t do heat well. The first order of business was to find out where the Freightliner dealer was. After that, we got the car washed, mailed some letters and headed for Red Bluff. We pulled in front of Pat’s house right at 3:30 and the reunion started. In short order, there were (I think) eight adults, two almost-adults and about two ankle-biters that represented three generations. We had a great dinner and celebrated Pat’s LXVIIIth birthday. (She doesn’t want to broadcast her age!) After dinner, we said our goodbye’s and headed home. We are getting together again tonight do dispose of some Chula Vista carne asada we have in our freezer. After that, I have to get the motorhome ready for an early departure tomorrow morning to go see the “motorhome doctor”. What happens tomorrow morning will determine what happens the next day, few days or whatever. More later after it’s over. Wish us luck.
We took a lunch break for the aforementioned barbecued ribs at the Samoa Cookhouse. As usual, we overate! Luckily, I am wearing a wide, strong belt so the front snap on my levis won’t break. We are meeting in an hour or so…maybe two hours, maybe three…whatever...and will finish the trip to this point (Crescent City). Tomorrow we leave for Redding. Things are lookin’ up!
Things are lookin’ down! A couple of weeks ago when we were heading to Columbia, I was accelerating from a stopped or slow speed when the rig lurched a couple of times. At the time, I thought it was just a hard shift or maybe a bit of bad fuel. After two “misses”, it stopped and we had no more problems…until today. We were almost to Redding and I was coming down a hill. At the bottom, I started to accelerate and the motor started bucking badly for 20 to 30 seconds and then ran normally. When we pulled into the Elks Lodge, I got us set up and then went inside to pay. After the necessities were done, I called the local Freightliner dealer and talked with the service writer. He said it could be several things so we made an appointment for Monday morning to get the rig checked out. We are now officially out of warranty so I hope it’s something simple and cheap. We shall see. Don Baker, my old partner and Alisa’s godfather, came over at 5:30 and we reminisced for about three hours. Tomorrow, we are heading for Red Bluff to see Don, Pat and their kids and have a barbecue. I’m going to bed early tonight. It’s hot and I’m tired. ‘Night!
We got up slowly, had breakfast slowly, got ready slowly and left slowly. It was too hot to move fast. Pat and Don have been telling us we are having a “cool-down” right now. I’m glad we weren’t here during the “heat-up”. Last week, it was well into the hundred’s. Claudia and I have reaffirmed the fact that we don’t do heat well. The first order of business was to find out where the Freightliner dealer was. After that, we got the car washed, mailed some letters and headed for Red Bluff. We pulled in front of Pat’s house right at 3:30 and the reunion started. In short order, there were (I think) eight adults, two almost-adults and about two ankle-biters that represented three generations. We had a great dinner and celebrated Pat’s LXVIIIth birthday. (She doesn’t want to broadcast her age!) After dinner, we said our goodbye’s and headed home. We are getting together again tonight do dispose of some Chula Vista carne asada we have in our freezer. After that, I have to get the motorhome ready for an early departure tomorrow morning to go see the “motorhome doctor”. What happens tomorrow morning will determine what happens the next day, few days or whatever. More later after it’s over. Wish us luck.
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Good luck with the rig and Happy 68th Pat!!!
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