June 27: Mendocino to Bend, OR
Today was a big travel day. We were in the car almost the whole day but the end destination was well worth it. We got up super early around 6am and Joan found a slug on our tent. Yuck. She went to the bathroom and broke down the tent and all that while I hung out in the car. I knew we were leaving again! Later she was eating her breakfast and had me on the long leash. I was quiet but right next to the big tent where Tom, Leslie, Patrick, and Margaret were sleeping.
Then, this guy - I think his name was Dave - walked toward us and I started barking at him really loudly! I don't trust him even though he was with us last night. He just gave me a bad vibe, so I felt I needed to protect Joan. In the meantime, OOPS, I'm sure I woke up the whole tent of people! I calmed down as Joan talked with him. Then we packed up our breakfast stuff, Joan wrote a note to Tom, and we left by 7 am!
As we left, Hondacar's mileage was at: 120,320. It was extremely foggy when we left, we couldn't even see the ocean, and Joan had her fleece on. We drove for 3 hours on windy (though pretty) roads all the way to a BIG road called I-5. Just before we got on that road, Joan stopped at a fruit stand. She opened the car door and we were slammed with heat! No need for that fleece anymore as it was at least 100 degrees. Joan bought some fruit (bing cherries, nectarines, avocado), went to the bathroom, walked me around to go to the bathroom and then we headed north.
Around noon, we stopped for gas in a place called Redding, CA where Joan's friend, Rebeca, grew up. Rebeca doesn't live there now but Joan reminsced about her visits up here during college - out on Shasta and Whiskeytown lake. Instead of a lake, we got gas and kept moving. Then we stopped at a rest stop so Joan could eat lunch. Joan was mad for several reasons:
1. There was a sign that said dogs can only go in the "dog area." The dog area, though, was just pebbles and rocks and no grass. Most dogs like to go the bathroom on rocks or dirt, not rocks. We walked around but I wouldn't go.
2. It said NO DOGS IN PICNIC area. Well, where was Joan supposed to eat her lunch then? She couldn't very well leave me in the car because it was well over 100 degrees here. So Joan decided to sit on the closest picnic table - but it was in the sun. Therefore, Joan started to pour sweat. In the short time we were there, her shirt was all wet when we got back in the car.
Later, we decided (with much emphasis on my part) that we should just break these rules. I mean, who is there to enforce them? And it's not like Joan doesn't pick up after me. And I deserve a shady spot - and so does Joan!
While we were at this rest stop, several fire trucks and fire fighters stopped. Later, we suspect they were heading north for what appeared to be a fire near Mount Shasta. (excuse the photography as Joan took it while driving.)
We kept going and 5 or so hours later, after driving through the land of TREES, TREES, and more TREES (follow Hwy 97 to Bend, OR if you want to see TREES), we ended up in Bend, OR! We came here to visit with Glen, a friend of Joan's who went to Guatemala with her, and recently adopted a dog he named Angus, and who more recently move to Bend from Dallas, Texas!
Once we found Glen and went to his house for him to change and pick up Angus, we all headed to the Deschutes National Forest. As we hiked along the Deschutes River, we saw lava beds and beautiful trees. Here are the lava beds:
Later on the trail, Angus and I got to play in the river.
There was another dog there, too, who had a life vest on because he had been in a boat on the river. These guys were pulling out from the river.
Unlike my time with Ella, Angus and I got along pretty well. In fact, Joan and Glen left us in the big truck while they had drinks and dinner in Bend. When they returned, I had kinda made Angus go to the back, which he did, and I was in charge of the front area. But there was no blood or guts or anything - we got along fine with only an occasional growl. Joan reported that Bend was young, hip, and friendly and DOG-FRIENDLY! They have some beautiful bungalows like our house, located along the river. Speaking for myself, I would love to live here.
Glen's house was funny because there was nothing in it! It was cool because we could run around with no obstacles. Joan had brought Glen an abalone but unfortunately he couldn't cook it because the moving company still had all his stuff!! He was still a great host in that he had a blow-up bed for Joan. (He also had a blow up bed so it wasn't like he was living higher than Joan!) I slept fine on the carpeted floor.