It is odd to be posting about my travels after spending the last two weeks totally immersed in the weather channel and worrying about Tom.
The three major hurricanes that just monopolized our attention for weeks were preceded by the fires in the west that plagued Jo and me as we headed south from Salem back to Redding.
We spent several nights parked at a casino in Canyonville, Or. The above photo (and below) shows the smoke that covered the mountains and kept my eyes watery for days.
The scenery on this leg of the trip should have been spectacular. The fire was between Interstate 5 and Brookings on the coast. The word we received was that the fire was in such a remote area that the firefighters were simply going to let it burn. They projected it would not be out until mid-October.
I kept thinking about the amazing redwood trees that we drove though on the coast and wonder if any of the giants were being destroyed.
Our last stop in Oregon was at Gold Hill where my nephew, Mike and his family have moved. I parked at their house in San Jose when they were packing to make the move north to be with their darling grandson, Wyatt.
The house is lovely, located on about five acres....
...complete with deer and wild turkeys.
Mike fired up the grill and fed everybody--something he seems to enjoy and he is really great at it.
Mike and his son-in-law.
Daughter, Caitlin and Mike's grandson, Wyatt.
They have a great spot for parking complete with hook ups. This may be my favorite RV parking spot .
Wyatt was a good source of food for the dogs.
Here are four generations...Jo in the middle, Mike's wife Dee on the left, her daughter Caitlin with the newest generation, Wyatt.
As we crossed into California, Mt Shasta looked like a faint dream through the haze of smoke.
I dropped Jo off in Redding then headed east. I sure enjoyed having her company for a month. (So did Daisy.)
I just looked at the calendar and realize today is exactly one month from the day of the eclipse. So many emotions crammed into one month.