Friday, Apr 4, '14

Hooray!  The first post from an actual campground!  Myrtle is sitting in our spot at Beachwood campground overlooking Birch Bay, in Washington.   The weather was gorgeous on Wednesday afternoon, and you can see in the picture below that Canada is right across the bay.  It took me a while to find out that you need to come to the center of the grounds to get a good wifi signal so I'm  finally at the activity center, where  swimming pools, spas, exercise room, activity room, and sports fields are located.

Yesterday, Thursday, was gray, cold, with a threat of rain that never materialized.  I did some walking, just exploring, then did a grand tour in an electric cart with Dave, one of the sales people.  I met Leslie, a fellow solo woman camper about my age, and had a good time getting acquainted.  She took a picture of me next to Myrtle and is making me some business type cards.  Apparently that is a good way to keep track of people you meet as you move from one place to another.

Today is cool, with fast-travelling puffy clouds zipping by.  It is breezy and very pretty.  I'm walking again, and enjoying getting out and talking to people.

Livy is settling in.  She loves Myrtle when we are stopped, but is not so pleased with the driving.  When I left home Wednesday morning I had her leash tied to a seatbelt and her crate seatbelted in right next to her on the dinette bench.  I started hearing her voice from what sounded like an impossible location, over my right shoulder, instead of from directly behind me.  Driving on the freeway, I didn't dare look around.  When I stopped at Poulsbo RV in Mt Vernon to get some work done on Myrtle, Livy's harness was empty and she was settled in up on the bunk over the cab.  So leaving Mt Vernon, I put her (in her harness) up on the bunk.  By the next stop she was sitting right behind the driver's seat on the closest dinette bench.  I tried the passenger seat next--she actually stayed there, watched out the window, and took a nap.  But by the time I got to Beachwood she had settled on the bed and seemed quite happy.  I think that I'm giving up on trying to keep her safely anchored and will let her use her own claws to anchor herself.  This is a trade-off.  My cats have always travelled in their crates, seatbelted down.  But Livy began vomiting on a trip last summer--I was driving hilly roads on the way to Long Beach--and has continued vomiting on every trip.  Not fun for either of us.  I have anti-vomit medication from the vet, and it does help, but she is still miserable.  That was the point at which I decided to try leaving her out of the crate, tied to a seatbelt.  And look where that led us!

Livy has taken over the bunk

Myrtle at Beachwood