When we pulled anchor at the campground, we stopped to answer the call of nature in the form of dumping the holding tanks. Caitlin watched as I opened the side compartment that held the sewer outlets. We both gasped when I opened it. Here was a ball of Doogen’s fur along with excrement that wasn’t in the tank. Now how in the hell did those rodents get into Snee-Oosh? On the buy list goes mouse poison.
Fortunately the drive back to Portland was not as eventful as the near miss on the way out to the coast. In fact when people ask me if there were any close calls on the trip, the chip truck made it into the top five. After we arrived back in Caitlin’s neighborhood, we pulled out the road atlas to plan “The Next Big Trip.” Will’s folks had invited the northwest contingence to Christmas at their home on the California coast north of Bodega Bay. Getting to the coast from the I-5 corridor took some figuring out. It was faster to almost drop all the way down to Santa Rosa then turn and go back north then west then to try to cut across the Mayacmas Mountains especially in winter with six people on board the land boat. Another trip. I’m ready.
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