Day 4 – Phoenix, OR
This RV Park would be a nice place to hang out if it weren’t for the heat. By the time Don and I got out and around, it was already so hot that I was looking for shade everywhere we went. Don said that we were going to land in the coolest spot in southern Oregon this afternoon, but that doesn’t sound like a guarantee of cool weather. While we were on our walk, we came across a couple of pigeons pecking at something in the grass, and I felt the need to put the fear of Dog into them, so I did about a ten yard charge. They scattered, I wilted. I just kind of slogged through the rest of the walk. When it came time to get the rig ready to roll, which I usually help with, I pretended that I didn’t know how to get over on the side that Don was on by creeping under the tow bar. As I expected, Don disgustedly ordered me back into the coach, where it was nice and cool. And he called me a dummy!


Heading north, the scenery around Mount Shasta was great, as it always is, so I took a nap in front of the air conditioner. I knew that Don was fighting some rough grades and truck traffic, ‘cause I could hear him muttering some things I don’t think I should repeat. So I just stayed quiet and out of the way until we reached our destination. I did hear an exchange between Geri and Don when she told him that she had made a reservation for us at an RV Park in Phoenix; Don said something about being happy to support Governor Brewer, but this was ridiculous. He had forgotten that Phoenix is a small town just south of Medford; sheesh, I knew that!


We got into the Park, signed up for a night, and Don got the rig set up in the coolest 100 degree spot in southern Oregon. There wasn’t much I could do to help him, so I stayed in the coach. They had some shopping to do, so I was left to nap peacefully in the air conditioning while they went out to forage. When they returned, they immediately started cooking the artichokes they had bought in Moss Landing, which turned into a time-consuming affair. Worse, it turned into a no-plates-for-DeeBee affair. Geri took pity on me and slopped some leftover rice onto a plate for me, but it’s not really the same sharing feeling that I usually get.


Tomorrow we arrive at our primary destination, Canyonville, and check into the Seven Feathers RV Resort, one of the best RV Parks in the country. The weather report shows a sharp drop in temperature forecast for tomorrow, so things are looking up. We are looking forward to meeting and greeting our family members, and I know we’re all going to have a great time there.


Special note to Geri: Thanks loads for preparing a new phony paper for my morning delivery. That old one was so tattered that I was embarrassed to deliver it.


Special note to friends who are complaining about lack of photos: My photographer says that there haven’t been any proper locations for photos of any real import, and particularly none that show my newly-revealed physique properly. He assures me they will be coming soon.


Catch you tomorrow!