Some Places Are Harder To Leave Than Others

This morning we said good-bye to Puyallup, WA and Mama fought back the tears.  We have really enjoyed our stay at the fairgrounds. We enjoyed the Model A cars and even the Good Guys were fun.  We met so many nice people.  One couple baked us an apple cake with apples they picked in the "orchard".  The nicest person was the campground host Miss Nancy.  She has been the host there for the past seven years and she will be leaving very soon and not returning next year.  Mama enjoyed talking with her each day. They shared a love of looking for the beaver that lived at the park and last Saturday, they discovered a family of five raccoons swimming in the water at the fairgrounds.  Mama left Miss Nancy one of our business cards this morning.  We hope she checks in on us from time to time.  Enjoy your life in Yuma, Miss Nancy and thank you for letting us stay the summer! 

The sunrise this morning.

Miss Nancy, look who we saw this morning.

Preparing to leave.

 

This was our view.  The field is where we found blackberries, pears, apples, plums and nuts.  We spent many hours looking into the water from the bridge.

Mama sure did make a lot of blackberry cobblers while in Puyallup. We helped her pick the blackberries and then enjoyed the delicious smell of the cobblers while they baked. I got blackberry juice on me one time.  BOL!

I think the thing that we enjoyed the most was the weather.  Mama wore her hoodie each morning and night because it was cool.  We had one 97 degree day, but most days were in the 70's.  We, of course, had the heatwave when our AC broke.  It was just our luck.  BOL!  There was no humidity and it only rained three times in the two months we were there. 

The worst part of staying in Seattle was the lack of RV parks that would take us.  We had a lot of decisions to make last week.  We were supposed to go to Sonoma, CA, but that was canceled. (Did you hear they had an earthquake this morning?) Dad is being sent to Florida for 11 days, so we thought about staying on in Seattle.  We couldn't find a place to stay and since the fair is coming to town, we had to leave.  So, we are on the road.   Where are headed?  Well, tonight we are in Montana.  Should we stay here?  It is a nice park.

...but there are bear.

Oh, it's not real.  That is good.

Scout thinks the weather is great here!  It is going to get down to the 40's tonight though.

They have a jail?

The jail looks scary.

It is a pretty place. There are lots of trails in the woods to explore.  This is not the woods. We walked on one of the trails, but didn't take photos.  Mama was nervous we might see a real bear.

We have a nice site.

Dad says there is not a Walmart nearby. That is bad.  We don't remember seeing an airport either and Dad needs to fly to Florida, so we must move on. 

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Is On A Trip That Could Change Direction At Any Time

A Day On An Island

Last Sunday, the folks took a ferry ride to Bainbridge Island.  When they arrived at the ferry, there was a sign that said vehicles were subject to inspection.  She said "Oh, no!"  It is not that they have anything illegal, but they have a ton of stuff and also trash in the car.  She was embarrassed when they were searched at Fort Leavenworth.  You think they would learn.  Luckily, they were not searched.

The following are pictures from the ferry:

The ride took about 40 minutes.  The folks took the Jeep with them, but they could have just walked on without it.  They wanted to have a car to explore the island. 

They made their way to a restaurant for lunch.

They decided to sit outside since it was only in the 70's.  The views were great!

Huge umbrella on the patio.

The food was supposed to be some of the best on the island.  Mama wasn't impressed.  She has decided that since she eats out so much, that she is spoiled and expects everything to be great.

Dad's meal.

Oyster sliders

Mama's meal. $20 burger and fries.

After lunch, the folks drove to the Bainbridge Island Japanese American Memorial.  On March March 30, 1942, two hundred twenty–seven men, women and children, two–thirds of them were American citizens who were forcibly removed from their homes, rounded up by US Army soldiers armed with rifles and boarded a ferry to Seattle.  This group was taken to Death Valley were they were held for two years.  Mama does not remember learning anything about this in school, so she was quite shocked and saddened to learn that this happened in our country.  It happened all over the US and not just in Washington state.

The memorial includes a wall with the names of the people who were removed from Bainbridge Island.  Visitors have left items on the wall. 

Rock that tells the story of the evacuated people.

Ferry picked them up in this area.

The path the evacuees walked on their way to the ferry.

The island is beautiful and Mama said she would love living there.  The folks did not take the ferry home as they didn't want to have to wait for it and also they didn't want to pay another $25 to ride it. They did have to pay $5.50 to cross a bridge.  BOL!

The toll bridge.

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Thinks Living On An Island Could Be Fun

Almost Wordless Wednesday - It's Rough Here

Joey and Scout,
The Greyhounds Who Have It Rough

My Peaceful Protest

I was not happy that Dad left us to attend a business meeting in Washington DC.  I looked for him each night and was hopeful every time that I saw a Jeep.  It didn't matter that our Jeep was parked right outside the RV.

Dad finally arrived home Thursday night.  I decided I would show him I was not happy with him by staging a peaceful protest.  When he came in, I went to my food bowl and ignored him.  Ha!  Mama went outside to get something out of the car and that scared me because I thought she was leaving and that could destroy my protest plans.  She came in and I greeted her like she had been gone a week.  Yep, I showed Dad that he was missing out on my loving.  The next morning, Dad left for work and I didn't say good-bye.  Nope.  We were outside when he came home talking to the neighbors.  I watched him drive down the street and park the Jeep.  He got out and came over to talk to the neighbors.  Do you know what I did?  I turned completely around and wouldn't look at him.  Yep, all he saw was my butt.  BOL!  The neighbors roared with laughter.  The next morning, word has spread throughout the campground about my peaceful protest.  Everyone was asking if I had made up with Dad.  Mama told them that no, I had not and Dad said I was being immature and needed to grow up.  Seriously?  Later in the day, we all went for a walk and Mama handed Dad my leash.  We decided to call a truce at that point.   I think my peaceful protest was a success.  BOL!

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Knows How To Get His Point Across

Buddy Has A Trunk

Decal is from Skinny Hounds Designs

He looks pretty sharp with his greyhound decals.  The decal was in our goodie bag at Heart of America.  It was made by Greyt Glass.

Buddy went to Pizza Hut today.  He is so lucky!

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Is Still Wishing For A Sidecar For Buddy