Last Thursday, Roxie and I headed south for a week of celebration and visiting favorite people and places.

Before seeing old friends, we made some new ones at our first rest stop.

We drove right down to Spring Time!

And soon found our traditional home-away-from-home.  Someday, I’m going to write a picaresque novel in which the unifying character will be all the Motel 6’s in the Western States.  Everyone who stays there has a dog and everyone but us has an 18-wheeler.

Bed seems okay, but the decor is a bit vivid.  We always sleep just fine.

But next time we spend the night in Red Bluff, we might want to up-grade to this place:

I remember well this special out-of-Oregon experience.

And after many happy years of living there, I certainly know how to do Northern California.