Day Two: RV Hunting along I5 in Oregon

I told you that I would post a picture of the truck box.  I was not lying.  Full to the top.  In Kaye's defence, she did bring along 'stuff' to fill the RV and of course we cannot crowd Kyle in the back seat.

Whenever we stop he gets into the front seat, just because...

No sales tax in Oregon.  Feels like Alberta.  Coffee at McDonalds is a $1 and a tank of diesel is $35 dollars cheaper than home!  Used their free WiFi and our Magic Jack to make phone calls home while on coffee break.  True Magic.

We woke up to overcast sky.  Drizzled most of the drive but it cleared up when we hit Medford Oregon close to the California border.  That is where we browsed two huge RVs lots.

No excitement to report though, our money is still in the bank.  Looked through lots of RVs, none fit what we are looking for.  Good news of the day is that we collected a ton of information from a very credible mechanic, now salesman, on the good and bad of many different models.  He even had cutaway examples of the structure of several models (good and bad), so it was a day of learning not buying.

Kaye took these pictures through the window as we approached the mountain range leading into California

You can see the clouds building and the fresh snow on the mountain tops.











This is Mt Shastna.  We could not see the peak when we travelled through here in 2010 to the Reno Airshow.  We had hail and snow on the drive over the peak today and a semi-truck with a brake fire on the way down the other side.  Did that ever stink.




So tonight we are in YREKA, pronounced "Why" reka, not, "Ur" reka (EUREKA), California.  Story is this.  I looked up the Holiday Inn we wanted on Google Maps last night and called our Rewards Program.  The lovely 'U'All taking my booking asked me if I wanted; "Reka CalifornI-ay' and I said; "Yes".  Booking done; $81 suite, King Bed, etc, etc, all good.  This morning Kaye plugged the address into the GPS and it came up over 100 miles further than what Google maps had shown us last night....we got suspicious.  Stopped at a McDonald's and logged onto the Internet with their free WiFi.  Sure enough it was the Eureka on the California West Coast.  Plugged in the Magic Jack, hooked up the 1972 corded phone and called the 1-800 number.  Except for the really strange looks from the customers using their Iphones while I chatted away on a corded phone, everything worked out fine.  Kyle even got a brain freeze from swallowing a whole soft ice cream in a single gulp.  Night, night.  Tomorrow is Modesto, CA.