Day 5- Canyonville, OR

I haven't really complained about it, but my internals haven't been functioning up to par for several days now.  Geri has a medical term for it, something like "dye aria", but I just call it loose poop.  This happened once before when we were on the east coast several years ago, and they got me some medicine that corrected the problem pretty quickly.  So, it was decided this morning that I should go to visit the local Vet and get something to fix me up.  It turned out to be a pleasant experience, everyone was very nice to me, and the lady Vet was quite gentle and appreciative of my good nature.  What's more, the scale said that I had lost five pounds!   So we collected my medicines and headed south on hiway 5 to investigate a place that Geri and Don have noticed every time we've come here, a restaurant maybe a dozen miles out of town called "Heaven on Earth" that claimed to be famous for their cinnamon rolls.  They found a place in the shade of a tree to park, so as to ensure my comfort, and disappeared into the restaurant.  They came out maybe a half hour later, and told me that if my internals were working better, they would have gotten me a cinnamon roll.  They said they were the biggest, tastiest cinnamon rolls they had ever eaten, and that the place was loaded with displays of cakes, pies, rolls and other baked goods that all looked wonderful.  I think we may be visiting this place again.

When we got back to the rig, Geri and I decided it was time for a nap, while Don felt the need to do some exterior cleaning.  I really think that he wanted to be outside in case the guy from the Windsor next door showed up, so he could talk to him about his rig.  Actually, that's what happened; I think it made Don's day.  When we finished our naps, Geri and I were treated to a description of all the features of the Windsor, the details of its purchase, performance data, place of residence . . . and on, and on, and on.  We were kind of surprised that he hadn't found a way to trade our own beloved rig off for the Windsor. 

To shut Don up with the Windsor talk, Geri agreed to accompany him to the Canyonville Museum to see the new exhibits that they had obtained since our last visit several years ago.  I stayed home and continued my therapeutic napping.  When they returned, Geri told me that they were the only visitors that had been there that day, but Don had made up for their lack of business by purchasing most of the historical books and periodicals that they had for sale there.  She told me that he was surprised when he found a photograph of his Ggg-Grandmother on the wall there, and the curator on duty was pleased to be able to put a name to the photo, who they only knew as an early pioneer woman in the area. 

They shuttled over to the casino after making my dinner for me, hoping to visit the seafood buffet that is a Thursday special there.  When they got back home a few hours later, they told me that the wait for the buffet was over an hour, so they settled for some shrimp in the Cow Creek Restaurant.  They had some unprofitable experiences with the money laundering machines in the casino, and returned home fairly early. 

Tomorrow we go shopping in Roseburg, I hear.  Might be exciting!  I'll be sure to keep you up to date.  G'Nite, friends!