Much of the time it felt like the steep grade on highway 140 in eastern Oregon. We made it but not without a great deal of sweat and wringing of hands…well, that was mostly me.
This first week was marked by two trailer tire blow-outs, some emergency mechanical work, broken water lines, rough roads, heavy winds. I could go on.
For all the planning and preparation we had done, our steps, or wheels rather, we’re definitely going in another direction.
So what is this direction? And what is the purpose?
It’s been a daily unfolding.
If not for the first blow out we wouldn’t have met the local rancher who appeared, quite literally, out of no where with a cordless impact wrench to insist on helping us. I wasn’t sure there were still people like that left in the world. But, yes. There are.
And if we hadn’t been delayed we wouldn’t have had the most spectacular steak dinner in Paisley, Oregon, where Doug ran into an old friend.
And we wouldn’t have stayed at peaceful Base Camp RV Park near Lakeview, Oregon. Which turned out to be the perfect place to spend our first night on the road.
Because of delays we’ve missed connections and cancelled reservations. We’ve been down highways we never intended to travel. At one point I lamented of being off course. But as a very wise friend posted on Facebook, “there is no off course, just other course”.
She is right, of course. I didn’t want to at first, but I like this “other” course.
I want to know more.
I’ve collected pictures and memories this first week. As internet connection and time allow, I’ll keep sharing.