We are in Oregon....

We have finally made it to Oregon. We left Granby Sunday afternoon, it started raining then snowing going through Walden. Was this some sort of sign?  I told everyone I ran into, even those I didn't know, that I was never coming back. And then I went to say goodbye to Skip and Roselle and Roselle made me promise that if she called me for their yearly BBQ, I would come back. She said I could park our tent trailer next to their reservoir. She said she never writes anything anymore, but she does like to talk on the phone, so she'll call me. Skip then proceeded to tell me a story about panning gold that included a potato, mercury and somewhere up 125. Her daughter Kim told me later that she'd never camp at the reservoir since bears hang out there at night. Her son Ben said I could turn my horses out there when I left and they'd probably be fine all winter. I'll miss them but I'm not going to promise anyone that I'll be back, even if Roselle does call me.

Yesterday after we left the snow of Walden, we went through Riverside, which is still in Colorado and has one of the spookiest abandoned houses I've ever seen. I've always wanted to stop but I'm too afraid. Stayed  last night in Evanston, Wyoming next to 1-70 and took two Tylenol PMs in order to get to sleep. Wyoming is one of those states that people shouldn't live in but antelope and rabbits should. We then skirted through the top part of Utah, another state I will never live in, mainly because I'm afraid of the Mormons, We're in Vale, Oregon which doesn't seem a whole lot better than Granby, except that they have two restaurants both of which close at 7:30.

I told Mike that I think something is wrong with me since no matter how hard I try, I can't conjure up much to miss about Granby. In another two months it will begin snowing and never stop. This kind of weather is not good for a person such as myself who does not like: to ski, be cold, wear a lot of clothes, snowshoes, ice and the color white. I told my friend Sam that we'd be in Redmond in a couple of days. She laughed hysterically and told me that I chose the coldest spot in Oregon to move to. I asked our realtor how cold it gets and she said really cold, sometimes thirty degrees. "Thirty below?" "No, thirty above." That's not cold. In Grand County if the sun is out and it's thirty degrees, we take off our ski clothes and wear shorts and sweatshirts, we really do. So Sam can go ahead and laugh, but I know that if I can make seven winters of Rockie's weather Redmond is a piece of cake.