Nye Beach to Port Orford
So far neither of us have felt even a jot of homesickness (apart from MPJ wishing for a pint of Camden Pale Ale and a chance to go for a long walk with our people & doggie friends on the heath. Me too. Heath that is. IPA is not my thing). But today we are both feeling all emotional and missing our family most terribly.
Look at this photo that my other pet, Rob (the Wasband), sent this morning.
Father & Son, both at age 26
This is me with Finn and his lady-love, Sisa,
back in our London flat at Christmastime.
Finn is one of my all-time favourite pets, he gives THE very best tummy scritches. We are missing them both very much today.
This is the first time that the enormity of how far away we are has hit, and it gives us an inkling of just how LONG, in time as well as distance, that our Charity Drive will be. Thank goodness there is extra room in the RV, and that all my Pets, Finn & Sisa, Zach and Rob, will be able to come and join us for various segments of the drive.
The day began with another long walk along Nye Beach, what a brilliant way to work up an appetite for breakfast... soaking up all that blue on blue, sea and sky enveloping us in the calm of this gorgeous morning light and colour.
We hit the road feeling excited about the fact that every mile is bringing us closer to the cathedral trees. As we zoomed down the 101, MPJ was still thinking of Finn, wishing she could be there for the family tradition of starting the day with tea and pastries in bed, with cards and presents to open. And at just that moment we went whizzing by this place.
Well, no brainer, of course we had to turn around to go back and explore; there is bound to be a treasure to be found! If we can't be together on his Birthday, how fitting to at least find a special present actually ON his birthday...
So with a super cool present found, we hit the road still in search of a good breakfast.
As we pulled in to Florence, MPJ went to the local auto shop to get sunshades for the windows, like the ones that parents use to shade their babies - one for her 'cause she gets the morning sun, and one for me during the afternoon sun. Well after all, we are travelling due South, so it's a 50/50 deal as to who gets to be hotter.
Anyway, now that 'Princess Milly' (ohhh how that irks me when she calls me that) has her shady solution to a coastal drive, the very best thing was the Auto guy's recommendation for breakkie at Kathleen & Nina's Pie and Speciality Restaurant.
Oh how we love these lost-in-the 50's traditional American diners.
And look, they even put my name on it!
Goodness knows how MPJ isn't yet bored of omelette and hash browns for breakfast - nearly everyday - how does she do it? Don't say anything, but she is definitely getting a bit porky with eating all these American Breakfasts.
Shhh, I don't want to hurt her feelings.
My guess is, even when we are doing the Charity Drive, and have our own RV kitchen, she is still always going to be on the lookout for these traditional Mom'n'Pop roadside diners.
'Breakfast like a King' is one of her favourite sayings...
Check out this hilarious, SO NOT, video of me definitely not having fun.
It is the very first time I have ever voluntarily wanted to leave a beach!
The dunes were SO WINDY that we simply couldn't stay on the beach.
MPJ had to pick me and run back over the hillock to get us out of the direct wind.
So it was back on the road and the hunt for a pet-friendly motel begins. We have to drive from town to town, cold calling into anywhere that looks likely, trying virtually every motel along the way. It's a dicey game.
Thank goodness that, so far, we've had really good luck finding places.
Tonight we managed to find a vacancy just as the sun was setting over Port Orford.
Sometimes we find really lovely places, super clean and totally refurbished (remembering the Loge in Westport), and, sometimes you find places that feel like they haven't changed since the 1950's.
Not in a good way.
On these nights I'm really glad that we have our own duvet and towels packed in the car.
The kind of Ewh where MPJ refuses to take a shower.
And if anyone even so much as thinks 'Princess Milly' I will growl at you...