Daylight comes early here, 4:30 AM. Darlie had covered all the bedroom windows with thick blankets to keep out the light so we could sleep in to a reasonable hour. She couldn’t do anything about the crows, however. They started their squawking at first light.
Below my window were four or five crows. One was following the larger one around making an awful racket. All of them seemed to follow the larger crow as they pecked and scratched around. The smaller crows obviously were in school. Mama was teaching them to find their breakfast. The one doing all the squawking wanted to be fed. I noticed Mama taking a big bug or something else she caught and giving it to the noisy one. All the others seemed to be getting the hang of it themselves. Bird kids seem to progress about the same way human kids do. Some get it right away and others take a bit longer. They all find their way in time though.
We thought about staying another night in this beautiful park. We both felt the urge to move on, though reluctantly. The Lord directs our paths so we go with the leading we both feel. Each day the Lord has led us to unique places. Today was to be another of those days.
I haven’t mentioned it before but we have had an irritating squeaking sound in the right rear wheels since we bought this MH. We had it in the shop to have everything checked out, brakes, bearings, shocks, suspension, everything. We were told it was in excellent condition but we still had the little squeak.
I told you a couple of weeks ago we donated a hubcap to the rough California interstate. I was disappointed at the time. We cracked our windshield on a big hole in CA Rt. 99 too. I felt like sending “Arnold” a bill for my damages.
The Bible says all things work together for good to those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose. Losing the hubcap proved to be one of those things that worked out for good in the end.
The hubcaps on our MH never seemed to fit the way they should. They wobbled making it look like you were losing a wheel causing some motorists to become alarmed.
I decided to take all of the hubcaps off last night and see what I could do to make them fit tighter. I took the cap from the squeaky rear wheel and put it up front were we lost one. It was attached to the wheels with a big jointed bracket.
When we hit the road this morning, we heard a loud noise like something dragging. I knew we disconnected everything before we left. I pulled to the side of the road and put on the four ways. Darlie jumped out and found that bracket had come loose and was flopping around on the wheel. I told her to just break it off as we were sitting on the road in a hazardous position. She twisted it back and forth a couple of times and it came off.
She hopped back in and we were off again. Darlie said with amazement, “It’s gone.” I said, “What’s gone?” “The squeak”, she said happily. She could hear it on her side all the time with her window open. She had listened to it for the last 6,000 miles. Always in the back of her mind she thought the wheels would suddenly fly off or something. Turns out it was that bracket jiggling around that made the squeak we couldn’t find. Had I not lost a hubcap, we would never have figured it out. Now I am waiting to see what good comes out of that cracked windshield.
We climbed another mountain pass. I love those climbs. We don’t see many class A motor homes where we go. Darlie says that is because the roads I pick are more suited for a motorcycle rather than a motor home. “Yeah, but the scenery is better”, is my reply.
We dropped down into a village called Kettle Falls, WA. The Columbia River has been damed up south of here creating FDR Lake. It is a long narrow lake about 157 miles long. We noticed a route that followed along the lakeshore the entire length. We decided to take it. There are many overlooks so Darlie to take pictures of the sparkling blue water. We made many stops along the road for that purpose.
We happened on to a National Park campground near Gifford. It appeared from the highway to be right on the lake. It was early but it looked inviting so we stopped to check it out. Once again the Lord chose our campsite for the next day or two or three.
We found a site right on the water. People pay big bucks for a lakefront lot like this. Our site is about 100 feet deep and 75 feet wide and goes right to the shoreline. All this only cost me $5.00 per day with my senior pass.
The water is crystal clear and very cold. There is a long pier with boat slips and a swimming beach. People on the lots next to us have pulled their boats right up on the beach. I am told walleye fishing is excellent here. The catching must be good too as there is always a couple of fisherman at the fish cleaning table.
We were entertained for hours watching the ferry cross back and forth across the lake. It makes a crossing every few minutes. The campground host stopped by for a visit. They are from Georgia. This is their first experience at being hosts. So far they are enjoying the experience. It also offsets some of the expense of living in the RV as they are given a site with full hookups for the summer. We visited for quite some time before her duties called her away.
We grilled some ribs and sat outside until long after dark. Shortly after sunset a full moon rose in the eastern sky. You won’t believe this but I will tell you anyhow. There is a very large Indian Reservation on the other side of the lake. When the full moon first began to rise over the crest of the mountain howling and barking started on the other side of the lake. It was LOUD. At first we thought it was coyotes but it got louder with the sound of dogs, wolves, coyotes and any other canine you want to throw in. This continued until the moon had completely cleared the mountaintop. It must be some Indian ritual to howl at the full moon each month.
The day has been warm. The evening is refreshingly cool. We will sleep well tonight. We both agree another day here is in order. I could go buy a Washington fishing license and stay a couple of weeks. It is the kind of place you would want to spend your vacation. The Lord might have to tug real hard to get us to leave here.
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