We made it

We made it to Corvallis around lunch time today. Seven days, 3000 miles, and only one breakdown. We all weathered the trip pretty well, with the exception of the concrete chicken--sadly, his feet fell off en route. We got some gorilla glue to fix him though.

After leaving Fort Collins on Tuesday, we drove north on I-25 and then drove across Wyoming. Apparently, cowboys don't use cell phones so it was a good thing we had our trusty radios. We camped at a KOA outside of Brigham City, Utah on Tuesday night. We were pretty sure the Mormons were spying on us, so we drank our beer quietly in the dark. Wednesday carried us northward across Idaho and into Oregon at last. We spent the night in the River View Motel (strangely reminiscent of a house of ill repute) in The Dalles. On the approach you couldn't really tell if it was actually open for business, the furnishings were ancient, the phone book was three years old, and it had a funny smell but we both slept like babies and enjoyed the pressure-washer-quality shower. The trip in today was short and sweet--only about 160 miles. We got our trailer unloaded and returned and visited the Target in Albany to score some sweet accessories for our awesome new AeroBed Sylvan got for us today.

We love the place--we're just sitting in the middle of our huge, empty living room enjoying our beans and rice and wondering what in the hell we're going to put in here. And so the day closes on the first day of our new life, in our new town.