It’s been a particularly hectic work week and I was in desperate need to clear my head fast.
Fortunately we are camping in an area known for phenomenal riding, so I awoke early today and spent a few hours on the bike consumed in a network of trails that I could otherwise easily explore for days.
Just what I needed.
We’ve tried just about every method, but Lilly simply hates getting her nails trimmed. As a rule, trimming nails with a grinding wheel goes over best, but is still not without occasional hick-ups.
Today we made an appointment to have Lilly’s nails trimmed and upon arrival noticed technician would be using a hanging harness, the first time we’ve ever seem such a technical employed. As evidenced in the picture above, Lilly didn’t quite know what to make of the situation. This reality, combined with ninja-like efficiency by the handler made for super easy trimming from my perspective, but I suspect Lilly still hated the process.
After having gotten a little nutty in Nashville with her co-workers, Kelly returned to a very un-honkytonk campground, husband, and dog. We did laundry, bought groceries, worked, read, slept … in other-words, we quickly slipped back into our customary nomadic telecommuting routine.
Then, in what I’m describing as a bit of excitement, Kelly suggested we skip a second week at Lake Selmac County Park and move to a county park about 30 minutes away. Her plan, entailing a move to Schroeder Park came with the added benefit of being situated within the town of Grants Pass itself. A solid suggestion in my mind, so over the weekend we relocated from one campground to another.
When not patrolling for squirrels or napping, Lilly definitely made the most of the new location – enjoying warm temperatures, mostly clear skies, and abundance of green grass, before taking yet another nap.
Meanwhile, Kelly and I stuck to the routine of our routines.
With Kelly traveling this week on business, I’ve been holding down the fort solo. Well, not exactly solo … the camp host and his wife are nearby. But essentially, I’ve had only Lilly dog here keeping me company.
That is, until today when follow Airstreamer owners @gm3sf (center) and @vwilleford (left) arrived to join me for a couple days. Both are headed onwards to Portland, and like me, are traveling solo at the moment.
And so it is, three dudes, three rigs, and three otherwise differing lifestyles converge temporarily in a simple and off the beaten path county park campground in southwestern Oregon.
The port of Brookings is the busiest recreational port on the Oregon Coast, generating more than 31,000 boat trips for more than 95,000 people, and is one of the most active harbors for Chinook salmon on the coast.
Oh, and just in case the picture above does not speak to the obvious … there is no shortage of delicious, fresh Dungeness Crab to be had. Even those who demand ultimate freshness will have no problems buying straight from the boat.
As for yours truly, I’ve been busy sampling all sorts of fresh seafood lately – a treat for me as Kelly routinely curls her nose at any creature who is principally domiciled in the sea.
My advice … if you find yourself around these parts, take break from the routine land-based fare, and treat yourself to some of the best seafood meals you will find.