Deerwood RV Park, Eugene,Oregon

It is good to be here. I’ve booked for 5 days.  Yesterday is a blur of steady driving north.  Cherry blossom pink orchards.  Green and greener fields.  Some rain. Then I got into the mountains.  Lots like the Rockies in the north.  Going through places like the Okanagan. After a couple of months of sun, dry and desert I felt very much back in my home climate.  A bit cool drizzly.  

‘I was glad to get through Grant Pass and Sissyu Pass 3000 and 4000 elevations.  I’d phoned to confirm there was no snow.  It was an easy pass.I like going down the coast leaving Vancouver simply to avoid the potential of ice and snow in this stretch. There were high winds. I enjoyed the rest stops.  At one a woman was walking her young horse about like I was walking Madigan.  He thought the horse was a very big dog and shied away. 

I stopped at Macdonald’s and even shared how I’d gone to Macdonald’s in Moscow and ate a Big Mac looking at the Kremlin.  I knew then that trade was more important than ideology.  I love Macdonald’s and always get a meat paddy for my dog.  We eat the burgers driving along.  My truck cabin is its own little cockpit. Maybe one day we’ll have AI beyond just speed.  I loved being able to get up and walk about in my sailboat,  make coffee and return to being on watch.  I think train travel was my favourite land travel except I like horses and Harley’s too.  This carrying my camper home with my own toilet and shower and bed is pretty good. I stopped at one rest area and made myself a coffee with honey and milk from the refrigerator.  Life is good.

I was glad to make Eugene.  It was 430.  I like to find a place by 4 but I strapped for a photo for my gun license renewal.  I had to back track 7 km when I called Dearwood. I was in the university and realized what a university town Eugene was.  

The office was extremely welcoming.  I set up , let Madigan out for a pee and even unloaded my Vespa.  That was good and bad. When I arrive I know I should settle in and not go out right away but I did with the Vespa.  I rode into Springfield with the decline light bought some chicken and fries then headed back getting lost. I missed the freeway turn and did 20 km on the freeway in he dark at 70 mph to get back to my place. A sheriff asked if I needed help as I looked up the RV park on my iPhone gps maps realizing I’d gone past it.  I didn’t like when a Big Rig honked at me as I’d slowed to 60 mph to make sure I didn’t miss the turn off this time round.  Thankfully I arrived home safely and truly thanked God for getting me here.  

Madigan enjoyed the left over steak while I had the fried chicken and chips watching the Rogue Heroes as series on the SAS in WWii. I’m reading a novel of the Canadians in Sicility.  Riding in the truck I was listening to Louis L’amor Audio books. Not very high brow but satisfactory for keeping me awake along with lots of coffee. 

It’s a lovely place here. This Deerwood RV Park is family run and very middle class feeling, nice rigs, nice spacing and central lawn like an English park.

Well I’ve work to do and thankful for my Starlink

Really, Thank you Jesus.