Lucy is 5 1/2 years old. Most of her life has been spent in our motorhome travelling. Her world has been about 300 square feet. There have been a few times when we were in a hotel room or at someone’s home for night or two and she seemed overwhelmed. The place was too big for her. We moved back into our home May 1 and it took weeks for her to adjust to all the space. Now, it’s hard to find her. She has her cubby holes/hiding places everywhere!
I got to thinking about all the places she’s travelled especially the last 5 years. Here are a few of her travels: Her first trip was to Show Low, AZ when she was 6 months old. We still had Tootsie and Lucy had a travel partner for a couple of years. Fort Bragg, CA was next. She and Tootsie weren’t too keen on the twisty, winding highway to Fort Bragg. I wasn’t either. The road was narrow and the logging trucks were big and fast. Lucy’s been to Salt Lake City, Park City, Utah, Olympia, Seattle, Spokane, Moses Lake, Deer Park, WA, Newport, Florence, Tillamook, Rockaway Beach, OR. She doesn’t want to spend anymore time on the coast. She’s done with rain. However, she really did like the beach. She would just flat out run toward the ocean and run tail when the tide came in. She’s been to Bandon, Canyonville, Bend, LaPine, Albany, Redmond, Lincoln City, Seaside, Astoria (all in OR). We spent a lot of time in Oregon. She’s spent many nights in RV parks, (some good some dumps) fair grounds, overnighted in WalMart parking lots, Elk’s Lodge and casino parking lots. She wasn’t too crazy about the WalMart parking lots. She and Tim had that in common. He wasn’t crazy about them either.
As far as Lucy was concerned, the motorhome was her crate and it had wheels on it. She really is a good travel dog. We never let her run loose when we were driving. She was always tethered to the seat belt on the sofa. And, she’s always belted when she’s in the truck. The people who let their animals sit on the dash of the motorhome or run loose while driving are just plain stupid.
Lucy’s been a whole lot of places and there are many stories to tell. Maybe that’s the direction I’ll take with this blog. I’ll recreate a diary (after the fact) of the 4 years we dropped out of the rat race. Where do I start?