On Monday, I left Klamath, CA for Rogue River, Oregon. Highway 199 off 101 is a one- and two-lane winding road through gorgeous scenery. I shared the road with some local drivers and truckers on their way to Grants Pass.
Once I arrived in Grants Pass, it took twenty minutes to drive through town on the way to the Highway 99 and I-5 turnoff to Rogue River. Traffic was bumper-to-bumper with logging trucks, RVers and locals. However, it was worth it when I arrived at the I-5 south rest area number 45B. The rest area shares the offramp with the state park. Trees, grass, dog walking area, a clean restroom, wi-fi (for a fee), soda machine and the sound of the Rogue River all shared the cool, serene space. I waited there for a couple of hours for my friend Judi, another solo woman RVer, to leave work and meet me so I could follow her to her home. Judi and I had workamped at Olema Ranch Campground together and hadn't seen each other for two years.
Judi shares the property adjacent to a beautiful cabin about 20 minutes from the freeway over winding roads through horse ranches and trees. The "driveway" was a quarter-mile long, one lane wide and gravel, with low branches trimmed, and since Judi knew it much better, I let her drive my RV up to the house. Her motorhome was plugged in next to the house and the owners had their RV hooked up next to the garage. She parked my RV next to the side of the garage and plugged me in to a 20-amp connection. The owners also generously shared their satellite wi-fi. It was a terrific place to spend the night, cool and quiet.
Early the following morning, I followed Judi to the freeway (never would have found it on my own). She waved as she turned south to go to work, and I went north to find gas and breakfast. I found both in Roseburg at Love's Travel Stop.
After the attendant filled my tank, I parked the RV to the side out of the way and went to the store. I had tried for two months to find someone who carried windshield wiper blades for the RV. It had rained heavily the day before and the wipers were almost worthless. I figured if it was a truck stop, they might have what I needed. Not only did they have the complete wiper attachment, another attendant installed them for me.
Now both Lucy and I were full and if it rained, I could actually see. Feeling much safer, we headed north.