Day 10 – Vancouver, WA
I ask the question, “What do you get when you leave Ventura?” I’ll provide the answer: “Rotten weather!” I normally don’t pay much attention to the weather, because in Ventura, it’s almost always perfect. But as soon as we get out of town, I am faced with what the rest of the world has to deal with, frequent bad weather.


Today was a good example. It must have rained a little last night, ‘cause the grass was really wet, and so was the pavement. Don and I got our walk in during a dry period, but the clouds made it dismal and not as much fun as a sunny day. Since today was a travel day, there were a lot of jobs to do to get ready to roll; the truck has to be hooked up for towing, slides brought in, utilities disconnected, and a bunch of other things. While Don was working on this stuff, Geri got a call from Aunt Dorothy, with the information that Don had left his coat at her house last night, and she wanted to arrange to get it back to us before we left. She came up with the idea to meet us at a Rest Stop on Highway 5 between Canyonville and Roseburg; it worked perfectly, and we got a chance to visit with her some more before heading north.


We trudged up Highway 5 in intermittent drizzle, making fairly good time until we hit the north end of Portland, where traffic bogged down until we crossed the bridge into Vancouver. We pulled into an older RV Park, a place we’ve never stayed before, and set up camp. Geri and Don had a simple dinner of red beans and rice, with some spicy sausage, and I got some decent plates out of it.


Blah day, nothing exciting, except seeing Aunt Dorothy again. Catch you tomorrow.