Day 42 – Sparks, NV

Don, bless his heart, hauled me over to Pioneer Park for another run and roll session before we left.  To show my thanks, I made him follow me all the way to the top of the hill, then took off running like the wind down the hill and over to the playground area, with him trudging along behind yelling for me to wait.  I found a good rolling spot, and went into a veritable orgy of rolling until he almost caught up with me, and then I took off running again.  We did a full lap around the park that way, and I think he was glad to place me back in the truck and head for home. 

We got underway at our usual eleven, heading down I-80 southwestward.  Don pointed out the course of the Humboldt River as we went along, and told us how the river was the thing that sustained the early settlers along the California Trail.  The river finally disappears into the desert, leaving about a forty mile gap before the trail reaches the Truckee River, which meant that the oxen pulling the wagons didn’t have any water to drink or much to eat for three or four days.  I imagine they got a little fussy about that. 

We got to our RV Park in Sparks about two, and the big clouds that we had seen for the last hour started dripping rain on us.  Don had given me a serious lecture while we were waiting for Geri to get us registered, about how the grass next to the site was not really grass, and the people that ran the Park didn’t want it peed on by dogs or anyone else.  So, while Don was getting the rig set up, Geri took me over to the peeing place, which wasn’t far away at all.  I think I can handle this. 

They had some work to do on the rig, cleaning one of the exhaust fans and defrosting one side of the freezer.  This kept them occupied until dinner time, which resulted in a meal of leftover seafood pasta; I’ve got to admit, though, that the plates were superb.  They took off to find some money processing machines, leaving me to have a much needed nap.  They came back just a couple of hours later, apparently having had a good time; at least, they were very nice to me.  But, then, they always are.

I don’t know how long we’re going to be here, but I think we’ll all have a good time.  It’s a very pretty Park, and I’m sure Don will find me a place to run and roll in the morning.  I just hope it doesn’t rain too much!  I’ll give you a report on all of these things tomorrow!  Bye, bye for now.