Day 5 – Canyonville, OR
I didn’t mention it yesterday, but there were some very nice dogs in the RV Park in Phoenix, and I met quite a few. My favorite was Annie, an eight year old Goldie, who immediately, upon being introduced to me, assumed a submissive pose and literally threw herself at my feet. I wagged appreciatively, and sat at attention so that her human lady would know that it was OK to give me any treats she might have. Unfortunately, she was treatless. But Annie was very demonstrative, and had lots of questions for me; yes, I am single, but, no, I don’t live here, just passing through, and no, I’m not that kind of guy.

Anyway, this morning Don took me for walk around the Park and down to Bear Creek, to see if I would like to go wading in the water. No, didn’t really feel like it. We had a few meet-ups with other dogs, nothing really consequential. We got back to the rig and started getting it ready to roll, and hit the road before noon. Again, the scenery was gorgeous, but I’d seen it all before, so I took a nice nap. I came back to the land of the living just as we were rolling into Seven Feathers RV Resort, which I was pleased to see, as I always have a good time here. Don got the coach set up for living, unhooked the truck, and we all took off for beautiful downtown Canyonville.


Well, a funny thing happened; we were in a parking area next to where the Pioneer Days festival was starting, and Don went to back up the truck to get us back on the road. But the truck wouldn’t go in reverse. Ominous sounds were coming from just below my private compartment, as Don kept manipulating various controls to try to get us backed up. He eventually succeeded in getting clear of the surrounding cars and turned around so that we could head for home. As it turned out, this was a continuation of a problem that arose yesterday, in Phoenix, while they were headed up Highway 5 to Medford. I wasn’t with them at the time, so I didn’t report on it, and it seems that Don had solved the problem by the strategic application of some electrical tape to the driveshaft disengagement control. Well, seems like the problem wasn’t solved. Don spent most the rest of the afternoon under the truck adjusting the control mechanism, but finally discovering that the bracket that supports the control handle was not properly fastened to the floor. Thirty seconds of tightening two screws, and the problem went away.


So, we were clear to head back to the Pioneer Days Festival, where Geri and Don always go to gorge on the blackberry cobbler and ice cream that the local PTA dishes out. We roamed around the grounds looking for the PTA stand, unsuccessfully. We finally found the lady who coordinates all of the vendor booths at the Festival, and she told them that the PTA had not sponsored the booth this year. They were somewhat crestfallen, but mollified themselves with an array of junk foods from other vendors, some of which I managed to get tastes of. I particularly liked the funnel cake with powdered sugar. I got loads of attention from the people at the Festival, a great deal of petting from cute young girls, but very little in the way of treats. I guess we can’t have everything.

The reunion is on Saturday, and I don’t have clue as to what’s on tap for tomorrow. Probably visits with nearby relatives, maybe some pointless but interesting touring. I’ll fill you in tomorrow night!