The cat spray seemed to work by the second day of the trip– the cats weren’t nearly as fussy, and we were able to make a push to New Mexico, where we stopped for a night in Artesia and Carlsbad to visit with friends we made while we lived here. I miss New Mexico so much– I believe it’s the closest I felt at home since my momma’s house back in Canada. If the move to San Antonio didn’t happen, I can see myself growing roots in this state.We stayed in yet another La Quinta, but this one far fancier.We left New Mexico without a hitch. My hubby helped pill Khan in the morning, just slightly less of a struggle than before, but hey no scratches that time. His appetite visibly grew, he ate more kibble and again snarfed down the Fancy Feast.By the third day, they seemed to already get used to spending a night in a strange room and spending long hours in the car. Each time, settling quicker and quicker into their “spots”; Khan in his little bed in the back seat, and Poe at my feet in his, napping till our next stop.
Arizona; where it all began for us.Again we stopped in another of our old towns to visit with the friends we had while living here, in Holbrook.We had breakfast for dinner at Denny’s and spent the evening chatting and catching up; by moonlight, I visited an old secret I left out in the desert just months before moving from this town, the stick I used as a marker still stood, but a bush had begun growing over top of it.
The secret of what lies underneath is known only to myself, my husband and my good friend (and perhaps a couple more people, hah!)– all who helped. One day, when the timing is right, it will be unearthed and revealed…At the crack of dawn, it was back to the road again, bound for Utah.
Here we made our largest push test with the cats, and headed for Salt Lake City. Our start was a little rocky, I got a little car sick when we hit Winslow, Arizona, and the chilled air was a little hard on me in Page, Arizona– we made a few stops and I bought a few sweaters and meds.We reached the city by nightfall, and the cats were starting to get a little anxious, but overall seemed ok– so in other words, success!We stayed in yet another La Quinta (only place that was cheap and didn’t ask for a pet deposit), but this time there must have been a dog show or something, because there were a lot of people on our floor with fancy dogs. The cats were on edge all night with all the borking and howling. Somehow, we slept through it all.Next morning, we were Idaho bound.
At first the sights were something to behold, I had never seen so much gold and hills in my life… but by the second hour of nothing but, I started to feel panicked. Northern Utah and pretty much all of Idaho is nothing but rolling golden hills and open sky… with literally no real variation, and we cut through the entire state.
We were going to stay in Boise, but we decided to try and push it to Oregon, since we had a lot of “juice” in us from such a long boring trip. We stopped to refuel in Nampa, we spent a few moments in the gas station and as we were ready to leave… the car wouldn’t start.The battery had apparently died.I guess if it was to happen, we were lucky it was at a gas station still relatively in town as opposed to being out in the open solitude of the country side…We called our insurance and they sent people to jump our car an hour later, and again we were counting our lucky stars that there was an Auto Zone open nearby, so we could test and buy a new battery and be on our way.At the Auto Zone, a woman came running up to us frantic; I didn’t understand what she was crying and afraid of, but I let her use my phone. After she called someone several times, she returned my phone and before I could offer any more assistance she darted off in some kind of frenzy.Some sketchy looking dudes came rolling up in an equally sketchy vehicle, and when they stepped out billows of smoke came out with them.They eyed me up, and paced around the walkway near where we parked. I had my assisted-opening knife at the ready in my back pocket, and put on my bitchiest bitch face while my hubby installed the new battery.I gave them a nod, and they left us alone… and soon we were on our way again.
So, Oregon. I don’t know what to think of you now. I had always heard of your endless beauty… but I was greeted with loads and loads of roadside garbage. Just look at the stateline sign location, haha!We decided to go as far as La Grande and call it a night. The town was actually very quaint, so it made up for it a little… except we had to stay in a very shabby looking Rodeway Inn. I was worried about the cleanliness, but it turned out ok. Sheets were awfully gaudy but the beds were clean. Good enough I suppose.
Since we had driven to La Grande, it made our final push a small one, the state line came so fast I barely had time to snap a shot of it! Plus it was on a bridge and it was tiny to boot.By the time we hit Seattle, we were all feeling antsy– full of anticipation and excitement!Up until a few days ago, I hadn’t personally seen our new home! I entrusted my husband to find a house that would suit our needs. I realize now that I put a lot of trust in him, more than I really realized I did haha!The house was perfect, though, in a town located Northeast of Mt. Vernon which is one hour North of Seattle.I felt home, and that’s a feeling I never really fully got while I lived in Texas.
It’s certainly chilly here, I must say! My new creative laboratory boasts two windows– our home being a nice corner lot and all. Perfect for sun-bathing, as Khan can be seen here enjoying! Perfect for sewing at all hours of daylight available. I get it all!Khan and Poe are both doing very well still and settling in beautifully. We’re busy busy unpacking and making our home look as much as a home as it feels!