Things are beautiful here. And strange.. I went into the gigantic Indian Casino that's near my house. It's like a combo of the Great Northern, One-Eyed Jack's, and Reno. They have a swimming pool that looked very break-in-able. And there was some sort of serious ladies' pool tournament going on in the event hall where REO Speedwagon will be playing in a few weeks.
The bad news: my camera is broken. Usually when it decides to quit working, I just have to drop it a few times onto concrete and it comes back to life. This time it looks like some sort of climate-change issues have finally sent it to the great digital graveyard in the sky. Luckily, I was still able to download some of the pics from the great California to Washington road trip. I drove by myself, in a fairly rickety '86 toyota, with two very angry cats and one crazy dog for three days! I found two things that, no matter how gross they sound, really work for long-distance driving: Coca-Cola 'Blaq' and audiobooks. I listened to James Ellroy's 'The Black Dahlia', and the miles flew by. The drive was perfect: beautiful blue skies through Northern California and Southern Oregon, Mt. Shasta all covered in snow. Lodging with so many pets and humans at Motel 6, however, was a little upsetting for some:
Ringo says: 'Go away! I'm dosed on kitty valium and hating life..'
'..and that awful dog and terrible bedspread are not helping!'
This is what our Sun Valley shanty looked like, the morning we left.
Goodbye beautiful stove. Hello Kamilche.. land of cedar-shingled cabins, sparkling water, and rain rain rain. I'm home.
