06.08.2014 - 06.15.2014 64 °F
Good morning tale followers and Happy Father's Day to everyone. This has been a real interesting week my paranoia went crazy, I'm learning a new language, visited Bob's hometown and I played in the ocean. Let me fill you in on this week's adventure.
I knew something was going on because last Sunday my peeps started doing laundry, rearranging clothes and packing duffle bags. Bob said he needed to pack like living on a submarine (whatever that is) and Kryss agreed with him. When they start this packing routine I always get paranoid that I'm going to be left behind. A couple of times the previous week I was left with Kate for the day, but I was worried I'd be left again when they loaded the car. I decided to stay close to them and keep an eye on my bed. I knew that I would be wherever my bed was placed.
The peeps got all their stuff together but didn't put it in the car. My bed stayed where it was and later in the day we went on a hike at Red Tail Hawk Park in Aurora, CO. Bob was looking for red tail hawks to photograph but we didn't see any. I didn't care, being out for a walk with my peeps, to sniff and look around was fun in my book. When we got home Jack and Kate were back from their weekend camping trip so the rest of the day for the peeps was spent sitting on the deck enjoying the sunset, having a few adult beverages and then having dinner. I checked out my bed, it was still in the same place, then I went on the deck to watch for deer, bunnies, prairie dogs and other critters that roam around Kate and Jack's place.
The next day the peeps told me that we were going to Boulder, CO to see Bob's mom and dad. In my mind, my peeps are now my mom and dad and sometimes I call them that, I thought it was going to be very cool to meet Bob's mom and dad. As we drove into and thru Boulder I could see why the peeps like coming to there. The Flatirons were interesting rock formations popping out of the ground, the campus of the University of Colorado was picturesque, and the snow capped peaks of the front range were beautiful. We had lunch at Chautauqua at the base of the Flatirons and then drove up Flagstaff Mountain. The peeps told me that they were married on Flagstaff Mountain at the half way house that overlooked the city of Boulder. When we got to the top of Flagstaff we parked at the Boulder overlook and got out of the car. Then the peeps pointed out Bob's mom and dad, they were three young pine trees about six feet tall surrounded by much larger trees. Bob told me that his parents were cremated and their ashes were spread where the three young trees were growing. He said that one Thanksgiving his family had a celebration of life and spread the ashes on the mountain. When they returned to the area a couple years later young saplings were growing in the mountain grass. Each year the peeps return to visit mom and dad. They also said the third tree was their cat who had also died and was cremated. What's a cat? The peeps said that this was life creating more life.
The next day Bob was up early, putting boxes and duffle bags in the car. He was packing the car very precisely everything had it's place. Where was my bed going to go, my paranoia was ramping up. He put in the cooler, camera gear, mom's laptop on the front seat but my bed wasn't in the mix. Then Kryss came to the door carrying my bed, she laid it on the floor and I jumped in it. I was going where my bed was going. Dad put a couple hanging bags in car and then said to me, "get out of your bed, I've got to put it in the car, you're going with us." Those were the happiest words I'd heard in three days. We left a little bit later after saying goodbye to Kate and thanking her for putting up with us for ten days.
We were going to Oregon via Wyoming and Nevada. The peeps said they didn't plan to stop in Wyoming or Nevada except to spend the night. Everything there looked the same and from my perch in the car I would agree with the peeps, wide open spaces with little in between the various towns. As we rolled down the interstate we listened to SirusXM Satellite Radio or to CDs. Whenever Jimmy Buffet or Van Morrison would come on singing "Brown Eyed Girl", Bob would start singing to us..."we're his brown eyed girls", it was so cool. Also, the peeps are doing some pre-Panama preparation and listening to Spanish CD's. They want to be able to communicate better in Panama. So for ninety minutes each day we habla espanol..
When we finally arrived in Gold Beach, OR everyone had fanny fatigue. However, there was no time to whine about sore backs or tried butts, the Hills, Alissa, Casey and Ruby (daughter, son in law, granddaughter) were already there. They live in Talent, OR but mom thought that it would be more fun to meet at Gold Beach, so that is what we did. We unpacked and immediately went to beach, everyone but Ruby and me were wrapped in sweatshirts and jackets. Ruby and I were ready to swim in the ocean, but I'd never done that before so I was a little skittish. Finally, I got my feet wet but the waves are still a little bit unnerving. I loved playing with Ruby, she would give me treats, run with me and be my buddy when we were at the hotel. Ruby loves to photobomb pictures. You can just image a happy seven year old girl photobombing Bob's photos, that was so much fun to watch.
One afternoon we all drove down to Pistol River Beach after a huge brunch in Gold Beach. The American Windsurfing Tour/Championships were being held at Pistol River and we wanted to watch these daring competitors. They would ride on a surfboard with a sail attached over these rough waves and try to do tricks and maneuvers. The competitors put on a very interesting show, dad got some cool pictures and I got to run up and down the beach with Ruby. That night was the first evening were we could see the sunset. The previous nights had been cloudy, misty and sometimes rainy. This is the view from our hotel room.
The Hill's had to go home the next day and there were tears flowing. Ruby didn't want to leave, she wanted to stay at the beach with the peeps and me, after a few more hugs and tears they headed home. I was sad but I'll see them again.
Today is Father's Day and the peeps are laying low. I think they are pooped peeps from the long drive getting here, hanging with the Hill's and now they get a day to themselves. I think I'll sleep most of the day. We're going to hang here until Thursday then off to San Francisco to see Rob and Leah Hislop....more fun. Happy Tales to you.