We are home, sort of. Two thirds of this Garver clan is at the 'Zoo. Sam will shortly be on his way to Louisiana for more training, which is good. Maureen and I drove 1568.3 miles this last weekend to help Wils move into his apartment within central Oregon. I only got lost once and the GPS was actually correct in telling us to, "At the earliest possible opportunity, make a legal u-turn." I eventually did after observing a puddle of urine in the main aisle of a "sketchy" market in Esparto, CA. We then made an exit of said Esparto after asking directions from a soon-to-be intoxicated young man carrying out a 12-pack from the aforementioned market. Oh, what a night.
The offshoot of this travel has Wilson ensconced in Eugene with friend and roommate Preston. I have many stories to tell of Eugene, Goodwill stores, humans living alternative lifestyles, good food, bicycles, interesting people and a wonderful time with Maureen.
And by the way, to us roasting in Central CA today, Wilson called to say it was raining in Eugene and he thought maybe he should buy a rain jacket. Good thing he bought a bike with fenders.
P.S. I talked to Preston's girlfriend the day after this was written and they had both bought a rain jacket.
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