Back to Salmon Harbor and Gone Again

     Back to Salmon Harbor. There’s a problem with the repairs to the Goose. When I hit the cement post, I bent something in under that will not straighten out, so one of the doors cannot be easily reattached. We ran out of time on Friday, so I checked back in to Salmon Harbor so we could take another look at things Monday.
     Bad news--it’s rainy and chilly. Good news—the Goose does not leak and the heater works fine.
     No way to fix the door on the storage unit. The aluminum cannot be straightened out because there’s nothing to brace a jack against. The piece can’t be removed and straightened because the only way to reattach it would be welding and there’s so much fiberglass and plastic it would go up like a flare. So I loaded the new door into the bay that was repaired and I left with a big gaping space in the side of the Goose.
    I said good-bye to Jayleen while she snuggled under the covers with her kitty, and woke my neighbors Don and Karen (sorry!) to say farewell and left about 9:30 am. It rained the whole way on the Redwood Highway. Not nice to find out the heater (off the engine) does not work and therefore the defogger does not work. And the gauge says the battery is not charging. I was going to stop for repairs in Grant’s Pass, but there was a line of people waiting at the service desk. The Goose starts fine, so I kept going. The rain didn’t stop until Klamath Falls.
     I was going to keep going until I found a rest stop, but I saw a sign for an RV park about 6 o’clock and pulled in. I drove 300 miles today, and that’s about my limit. I’m just outside Lakeview, Oregon. It was cool and pleasant when I pulled in and fed and walked Gracie, but now the wind is whipping so hard the whole vehicle is rocking, and it just started raining. I hooked us up, but decided not to put the slider out. Dinner was salmon, brown rice and vegetables. No television reception, so I’m missing Dancing With the Stars. Between worrying about whether the Goose will start tomorrow and the wind I don’t think I’ll get much sleep tonight.
     I think I’m on the way to Mount Rushmore.