Finit

Sometimes life deals so many lemons that lemonade is a joke--just dodging the lemons without bruising--yourself, not the lemons--is the only goal. I will leave a brief summary.

1. Ellensburg was a typical liberal, party-line spouting, non-original pinko, socialist, anti-American berg. A man driving behind our RV became absolutely apoplectic! He shouted at us! Shook his fist at us!! It took me about 5 minutes to realize this was not a place I would ever live. And it went downhill from there.






2. The KOA was in a beautiful place on the Yakima river but the same old tired stereotypical central-casting lib character as manager. You know the type, tree-hugger tee-shirt, scrawny moustache--or attempt at facial hair--and total lack of sense of humor. He must be as welcome in town as the local Bible saleman.

I continued to get sicker and the Minnie had a run-in with a tree. No more needs to be said about that incident. Rip my heart out! Cut me with daggars! But the Minnie sustained a great wound. Bound up with white duct tape we booked it back to Bakersfield nearly non-stop.
I saw nothing of Oregon--I was too sick and bouncing around on the back bed. But I knew when we crossed over into the California!! The roads became so poorly maintained that it was difficult to stay bed-bound rather than airborne! We finally got to Bakersfield and reveled in the 80 degree plus weather! The house seemed HUGE!!! And how quaint that the house is in the same place everyday!
So--to sum up this venture: the Minnie is in the repair shop. It also needs new tires and a new awning. Ouch. We have begun the process to put our house on the market. It is absolutely silly to live in one area, have Mr. Toccata work in Northern California and Houston and try and know where you are when you wake up in the morning when you didn't even think you had gone on a trip!

Would I do this again? NO WAY!!! I should have listened to the doc and stayed home. But----I saw beauty, experienced cold, saw snow flurries and gained a much greater appreciation for California. Right now I'm still doing bedrest and hoping for a speady recovery and for the meds to finally kick in.
And I am playing with the idea that after getting the house is ready for sale, I'll take the Minnie and move into a trailer park in Barstow for the duration. The desert air is good for the lungs--or so I hear. And just think of the blog possibilities!