Our daily trip to the RV revealed it is right on schedule, for NEXT week. I’m doing the “told you so” dance in-between fuming about the inconvenience and frustration. It is good to be positive but past experience should have demonstrated that our snail man supervisor was not going to turn into super speedo overnight. Laundry, movie and night-night once again in Eugene for the 7th week in a row.
Morning breakfast of melt-in-your-mouth Swedish pancakes at The Original Pancake House after a rude awakening from little monster feet stomping across the floor and throwing himself down on the floor above our head, nonstop from 6:00 am through 7:30. Front desk refuses to respond…it’s not quiet time.
Set out to search for local color and heard about Pre’s Rock, located half way up the mountain on the blind curve of a narrow road. We reached the large boulder that marked the spot where the local hero lost his life in a car crash. Steven Roland “Pre” Prefontaine was an American middle and long-distance runner who competed in the 1972 Olympics. He once held the American record in the seven distance track events from the 2,000 meters to the 10,000 meters. He was born in Coos Bay Oregon in 1951 and died in Eugene in 1975. The roadside boulder marks the spot of the shrine to the memory of this historic Oregon runner and is a place of reflection, inspiration and respect to runners from all over. The grade going up the hill is steep but the view from the top is awe inspiring.
Driving in Eugene is more difficult than driving in New York City. Bikes, pedestrians and the odd driving directions on signs can leave your head spinning. You have to look twice and wonder, really? And this is what you consider safe?
Morning came and little monster continues his 6:00am race track back and forth over our heads many dozens of times an hour. Guessing the dad is deaf or clueless and lacking in parenting skills. I’ve been whispering under my breath “must get out of here for the sake of our sanity” but my sanity seems to be more at risk than John’s. Not sure a trip to check in on our RV and see it still unfinished will be our saving grace. Hurrying out the door for a KatieBug visit to see her buddies at the local dog park and then the long hesitant trip to the RV to see the progress.
Slowly driving up to the back enclosed repair area, John stretching his neck to see if our slide was still sitting on the garage floor…holding our breath…and… it is in! At this point we should be jumping in the air and shouting with joy except the wires are still splayed out on the floor, they broke one of the slide boards, the trim is still all over the floor, so much trash is sitting around that you can’t see the newly cleaned rug…and I’m trying hard to keep it together. Along with finding out that it will probably be ready Wednesday, we find out that our tool platform, attached to the back of the RV, is unstable. There is a possibility that it could break off, taking our car with it. Nope, can’t put what I’m thinking down on paper.