Ok so I’m at my aunts and _she_ has the internet. Thus I am using it. As far as I know I’m not going to have the net Monday and onward to the 31st. So sad. I just wanted to let you guys know how the trip was so far.
NOTE: If there are mistakes in this post let it lay. I have driven for over 10 hours and am quite jittery and on the stupid laptop which doesn’t have an ergonomic keyboard.
Hrs - Description
1 - We get no more then up to ‘Danville’ and Jassidy (large cat) will not shut up. The ‘Moaw’s come in tune with the music
but he has a reason… we pulled off and found we needed to change his diaper. That would be the entirety of the dog carrier we were transporting the boys in. Rainy (little cute cat) is oddly quite and both children are behaved as Demi holds them and I play pooper scooper with tissue paper.
2 - Cat starts up again… and this time with no reason save for being pissed or bored. We ignore him until both of us realize Rainy has not meowed a peep so we become nervous.
3 - We’re really nervous. Rainy is silent like he’s dead and Jassidy is going at the meow-marathon like some champion. We check, they’re fine. We got some Mc Donald’s and I nearly threw up mine (managed 4 whole chicken nuggets). I do not like to eat and drive. You can guess where the rest of the food went given the cats are stuffed in the back.
4-6 - So we finally pull over in dumbfuck hick land. The cats are both fine. Our wallet isn’t. Gas was $2.50 /gallon. I may as well have sold off parts of Demi’s body to pay for it compared to what it was going for in Fremont, CA. Also of note… the local working the station may as well have been a robot with how personable she was. We use a bathroom that smells like some refurbished port-a-poty and get back to the climb. We’re around Mt. Shasta and FINALLY Demi comes to the realization that volcanoes and historical natural landmarks are cool. I’d put money down it was her Geo class a while back.
7 - Welcome to OR… and the locals who drive faster then most Californians I know or have seen on i-5 (or as I call it: the West Coast Autobahn). Issue is…
9 - …I’ve been in Oregon for TWO HOURS going 80 miles per hour and I have YET to get OUT of the mountains!!! There is like THREE freakin’ mountain passes all of which are choked like a heart attack victim with _3_ trailer pulling Fed Ex trucks. I mean, ‘long load’ my ASS. More like pardon my giant caterpillar or noby-noby-truck. The things don’t even drive in the SLOW LANE when going UP a hill. They use the SHOULDER. Of course the moment they start to descend they get haphazardly into the slow lane and may as well bump off any, oh let’s say silver 2007 PT Cruisers who happen to be IN the lane at the time. Yeeeahhhh so in CA we don’t allow more then 1 trailer to be pulled by anything. Frankly, in that regard I find CA driving regulations superior to OR. I also find that the people in CA know how to FUCKING MERGE onto the highway. I will not recount every time some idiot SOB decided to nearly STOP their car to let me go by as they merged. For the love of petro you are supposed to discern speed and MERGE in not YIELD.
10 - So ten hours later and ten phone calls attempted we are coming into Corvallis’ territory. My Aunt Joann gives us some verification on our Google Map directions and we (for the most part save for there being a highway 228 and an important exit 228 of which I needed to take) arrive at about 6:30pm (Left around 8am).
Uncle Dan and Aunt Joann let us in, feed us and we get the cats put into the room we’re using. I suppose so far so good. Fucking truckers and stupid idiots who can’t merge aside, the trip was ok. Made it all the way in 1 day. Tomorrow Pop should be here, if he lives through the MOUNTAIN PASSES, with the rest of my _life_ packed in his truck and the U-Haul trailer.