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First report from the Great Vacation Expedition: this is a very woodsy resort, with no a/c, but there is unadvertised WiFi emanating from the main building. I will unprotect these entries after we return, but in the meantime I hope my sister will show them to my mother, who doesn't have a DW log-in.
There turned out to be more food in the house that we needed to throw out or pack up in the special gas-impermeable plastic bags than the housemate had thought. I managed to forget on my bed the dog toy that I had planned on bringing into the back seat with the dog and me, and forget in the freezer the last ice snack that I had planned on consuming in the car. Then the housemate tried to get her Apple device to feed the travel directions to her hearing aids, but it wasn't working so she set up her Android device to feed directions to the car speakers; then when we pulled out of the driveway, managing to miss the incredibly full trash can I'd set at the kerb, the Android voice burst into life at a deafening volume and apparently Siri simultaneously spoke into the housemate's ears with slightly different directions, so she shouted imprecations and at the stoplight, whipped out the Android device and cancelled that. Otherwise we managed to leave in good order. However, the dog was doing acrobatics from the very start of the trip, apparently thinking driving at nightfall was a very bad idea. When we arrived, she'd wound herself up so badly in her own seatbelt harness, the housemate had to temporarily free her from it to disentangle her.
The Best Western where she had booked off a directory of dog-friendly motels turned out to be on a small triangular island of businesses created by on-ramps and highway, with a mall across the street it fronted on, and the steak restaurant next door very busy in the evening and then becoming a truck park at night. The patch of grass for dogs to relieve themselves was inevitably near traffic and the poor dog kept demanding to go out and then not relieving herself but pulling forcefully towards traffic, towards the gravel pit in the corner of the building labeled a Harley washing facility, towards the steak restaurant, towards traffic again .... I don't remember whether we ate; I passed out after one of us fed the dog, and the housemate apparently managed to get her to pee in the morning while I was still asleep.
I remember the dry hills were a kind of salmon pink in the evening light; at least three times we passed illuminated CHP signs telling us to report drunken drivers to 911, the monotony of which must surely lull drivers into ignoring them; there was a wide river with industrial bridge stuff at one point, so I suppose that was the Sacramento River; and there was a big Tesla facility, I wondered whether that was their main factory. But as usual the highways twisting and turning totally disoriented me, and I was kept busy pacifying the gyrating dog. I think it was next day that she discovered how to release the seat belt by stomping on it. She didn't quite figure out how to open the handicapper-friendly room door latch, but we kept the hook bolt on when we were both in there, just in case.
In the morning there was as I'd feared almost nothing I could eat at the breakfast buffet; I'm not supposed to eat eggs, albumen allergy. But there were potatoes and I risked raisin bread. And there was coffee. Then the epic drive commenced. I may post the next entry today, but my eyes are tired now, typing at a picnic table with glare.
There turned out to be more food in the house that we needed to throw out or pack up in the special gas-impermeable plastic bags than the housemate had thought. I managed to forget on my bed the dog toy that I had planned on bringing into the back seat with the dog and me, and forget in the freezer the last ice snack that I had planned on consuming in the car. Then the housemate tried to get her Apple device to feed the travel directions to her hearing aids, but it wasn't working so she set up her Android device to feed directions to the car speakers; then when we pulled out of the driveway, managing to miss the incredibly full trash can I'd set at the kerb, the Android voice burst into life at a deafening volume and apparently Siri simultaneously spoke into the housemate's ears with slightly different directions, so she shouted imprecations and at the stoplight, whipped out the Android device and cancelled that. Otherwise we managed to leave in good order. However, the dog was doing acrobatics from the very start of the trip, apparently thinking driving at nightfall was a very bad idea. When we arrived, she'd wound herself up so badly in her own seatbelt harness, the housemate had to temporarily free her from it to disentangle her.
The Best Western where she had booked off a directory of dog-friendly motels turned out to be on a small triangular island of businesses created by on-ramps and highway, with a mall across the street it fronted on, and the steak restaurant next door very busy in the evening and then becoming a truck park at night. The patch of grass for dogs to relieve themselves was inevitably near traffic and the poor dog kept demanding to go out and then not relieving herself but pulling forcefully towards traffic, towards the gravel pit in the corner of the building labeled a Harley washing facility, towards the steak restaurant, towards traffic again .... I don't remember whether we ate; I passed out after one of us fed the dog, and the housemate apparently managed to get her to pee in the morning while I was still asleep.
I remember the dry hills were a kind of salmon pink in the evening light; at least three times we passed illuminated CHP signs telling us to report drunken drivers to 911, the monotony of which must surely lull drivers into ignoring them; there was a wide river with industrial bridge stuff at one point, so I suppose that was the Sacramento River; and there was a big Tesla facility, I wondered whether that was their main factory. But as usual the highways twisting and turning totally disoriented me, and I was kept busy pacifying the gyrating dog. I think it was next day that she discovered how to release the seat belt by stomping on it. She didn't quite figure out how to open the handicapper-friendly room door latch, but we kept the hook bolt on when we were both in there, just in case.
In the morning there was as I'd feared almost nothing I could eat at the breakfast buffet; I'm not supposed to eat eggs, albumen allergy. But there were potatoes and I risked raisin bread. And there was coffee. Then the epic drive commenced. I may post the next entry today, but my eyes are tired now, typing at a picnic table with glare.