Rock and Roll Heaven

Tonight we interupt this blog for a Wildlife Report for Steve Wight. We often interupt selectmen's meetings for discussion of recent wildlife sightings and I don't want Steve to miss out.
Wildlife sighted so far on this trip include:
White tail deer in Illinois; Jackrabbit in a Colorado train station, Parie dogs in Denver (a little village between the tracks and the road): mule deer in Colorado; a tortoise in Nevada; fox kits in Nebraska; black tail deer in Utah; more cows, horses and goats than you could count; Magpies all over; pelicans; various ducks in several states; and Elk today in California. Funky star fish on the beach today as well. Not much hangs around the train tracks, but we have spotted a few things.

One quick story and it's off to bed with me. Tomorrow we're driving to crater lake, then getting on the Coast Starlight at 10pm in Klamath Falls. No Wi-Fi for me for a couple days. We're due into San Diago about 1am Sunday morning. Off to the zoo and Sea World.

Have you read that Stephen King short story "You Know They Have a Hell of a Band"? It's about a couple going down a road in Oregon. I found the road that inspried it today I think, and thankfully, we had sense enough to turn around instead of watching Elvis every night for the rest of our lives. We headed up the coast this morning, frigged around on a couple beaches so I could get some Pacific shore time in. Ate lunch, had not particular place to go. We decided to head inland after lunch, I got the standard issue Walmart atlas out and looked for a road. Found one nearby that headed towards Grants Pass. It started out like the Newry road, quickly turned into worse than Route 113 for 35 miles. It was beautiful. Followed a river through the mountains. Just beautiful. Then we're at a crossroads, the road's not getting any better but we turned right towards Grants Pass, 54 miles to go, and headed up the hill. At this point, it was the worse paved road I've ever seen...until 10 minutes later. We turned around. The map was confusing, so we tried to get to a town on it. Suddenly we were on the opposite side of the river, on a paved road that looked 5 feet wide, rocks had slid down the embankments and scattered lots of gravel on the road. There we no shoulders, no guardrails. There are no pictures, cause I didn't dare move much. I was about ready to get out and start walking, also a scary prospect, when Brian found a place to turn around. We gave up and went back the 35 miles to Route 101. Back into Californie and over on Route 199 to Grants Pass. We are at a Best Western on Route 99 on the Rouge River. Very comfortable and glad that Janice Joplin isn't the next act we're watching.

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