Current Location: Back on Old Fort Road in Klamath Falls and it is snowing
Last fall, when lifetime friend Maryruth asked Mo and I if we would come to Maryruth’s mother’s birthday party, I felt a bit of hesitation. The party was scheduled for the 19th of December, way too close to Christmas. But it was Elsie’s 90th birthday, and the celebration was drawing friends and relatives from far and wide. I really couldn’t miss it.
Of course, at this time of year, in this part of Oregon, there is no telling what kind of weather we might encounter, so we took our chances and decided to skip making reservations at the Feather Falls Casino KOA. We like the campground, just minutes from Maryruth’s home, with all the amenities we could want. Somehow I wasn’t too worried about the park being filled up on the weekend before Christmas.
We now are living in Klamath Falls, 45 minutes east of our former home in Rocky Point, adding that time and mileage to the trip over the mountain to Grants Pass to the west. The MoHo was waiting all cozy in her big shed, the baby Tracker is already over there, so we just needed to fit everything required for a couple of days in Rocky Point as we travel west, a couple of days in Grants Pass, to load up, do a few small chores, and get ready to go, and a couple of days in California.
I can’t begin to explain how crazy making it is for me to try to think of food for each stop on the way, for clothes appropriate for the various weather conditions we will be encountering, and deciding just what I want to wear to the big Saturday night party. The truck was filled to the brim with sweats, jeans, some slinky dress up’s, way too many shoes, working clothes, snow boots and coats, lots of hats and gloves, and of course all the gear for the dog.
Mattie is a bit like having a kid. We have her crate and bedding, her round bed for non sleeping comfort, another blankie since she gets cold so easily, and a bag of “doggie stuff”, which includes her shampoo, her favorite toys, treats, leash, a sweater, and a raincoat. As I read this, I am beginning to think we are really eccentric parents. That is a lot of stuff for a very small dog!
When we arrived in Rocky Point, all was well. When I found out that the power was off for many hours, I was really glad that Mo and I had returned home to the apartments for a couple of days in between trips. This time the power was on and all was well.
The next morning we headed for Grants Pass, driving over High Lakes Pass in some snowy conditions, but nothing unmanageable. The weather predictions were not encouraging, however. Winter weather warnings were going off every hour for extreme weather impacting most of Southern Oregon and especially the passes, including the route south on I-5 over the Siskiyous.
We waited till Friday morning to make the actual decision, waking up to heavy pouring rain, and reports of temperatures above freezing at Siskiyou Summit. We hoped we could get over the mountain before the snow levels dropped. Neither of us have any desire to chain up the MoHo.
Sure enough, the snow at the first summit was just flurries and the temps were above freezing, so no black ice. Whew. A nice long stretch to Weed and then once again the snow started blowing. As we passed the turnoff to Mt Shasta City and McCloud, we breathed a sigh of relief.
That sigh was a bit premature I guess. It snowed all the way to the Pit River Bridge just north of Redding and much below the 3,000 foot elevation snow prediction. It was wet slushy snow, but not so much that it made driving impossible, and no chains were required. Thank goodness.
Once past Redding, the snow turned to hard pourning rain, not much easier than snow for driving, and there wasn’t a bit of letup till we got to Oroville.
Finally settled into our campsite at the only KOA we have ever really liked, we relaxed, knowing that we didn’t really have to think about the drive home for a couple of days. We could just relax and enjoy the party.
Maryruth and her sisters held the party at a lovely small local winery in Oroville, Purple LIne Winery. The owners are good friends of another of Elsie’s daughters and were happy to share their lovely venue with the 100 or so guests who arrived on Saturday afternoon to celebrate.
I have known Maryruth for 53 years, and of course have known her mother for that long as well. Elsie was a part of my extended family and I am so glad that Mo and I were able to be there to honor her. She was genuninely happy with all the attention, something that Maryruth had been a bit worried about. Today when I talked to Maryruth, she said the party was wonderful for her mom, that it elevated her mood and lifted the bit of depression she had been dealing with because of ongoing tiresome health issues. Elsie is a trooper, has always been a strong and incredible woman, and some of the issues of aging are extremely frustrating for her, as they would be for anyone.
Mo and I managed to get a bit of time to enjoy the casino, which is really quite nice. I even won enough money to pay for breakfast the next morning and our wine at the party. We don’t play the slots all the often, but it seems lately that I have been pretty lucky when we do. Lucky as in tens of dollars, not thousands of dollars. LOL I never play big enough to win that big.
After the casino Sunday Brunch with Maryruth and Gerald, we once again tackled the long drive home over the passes. By the time we left, the rains had started up once again and after getting gas in Chico for 2.15 per gallon at Costco, we drove 99 to the interstate and watched the road cams, the weather warning signs, and listened to 1610 AM radio for chain updates.
The predictions were rather scary, and chains were required earlier in the day over the Siskiyous. We pressed on, hoping that the warm temperatures and rising elevation of the snows would stay with us till we reached Grants Pass.
Neither one of us was really concerned about the drive from Grants Pass back home to Klamath Falls via Rocky Point. We have driven High Lakes Pass for dozens of years, and the Dakota has 4 wheel drive. We packed all our stuff back into the pickup once again, put the MoHo to bed, and headed back up the mountain.
UhOh! That drive took us both by surprise! There was a LOT of snow on the side of the road from the previous storms, and yet yesterday the temperatures were rising. We had deep slush and ice on packed snow at the top of the pass, and neither of us could remember a transit as hairy as this one for a long time.
In Rocky Point, the road that Mo usually plows, was unplowed. The neighbors who live farther up the road than we do don’t have a plow and evidently couldn’t get anyone out there. We drove up as far as we could and then walked through the deep snow to get to the house. Don’t laugh. I have three houses and two vacuum cleaners. I refuse to buy a third vacuum, and I had taken the main vacuum from Old Fort Road to Rocky Point. I needed that vacuum. I refuse to live through Christmas at home without a vacuum! Ha!
Back on the road to Klamath Falls, the snows were deeper than we have seen in years. And that snow just keeps coming. Sometimes it gets a bit warmer and rains on the snow, and then it dumps some more of the white stuff. Mo has a lot less to plow here at the apartments, but this thick wet stuff is keeping her busy.
I am glad to be home, glad to have a few days at least to make cookies and fudge, get ready for Christmas dinner with the family members that are close, and play in my craft apartment making cards. Christmas will come so quickly, and it seems that we didn’t have a lot of time to do some of the small town Christmas things that I like to do, but with the really yukky weather, I really have no desire to brave the storms to try to go look at Christmas lights. I think I’ll just enjoy my own.
The Soltice has come, the days are getting longer, Christmas is here!!