Memory Monday, Week 115
I’ve posted plenty of images from our various trips to the coast (sometimes more than once), but here’s one trip I seem to have overlooked. It dates back to 1993, in the period not long after we had lost our first pitbull, Phoebe. I suspect one reason for this particular trip was to try to console ourselves, not to mention Zack, who was seriously missing his lifelong companion.
We stayed overnight at a campground along Highway 116 near the Russian River. This was our first and only trip sleeping in a pickup camper; it didn’t work out so well with a large dog — and in the morning we woke up to find ourselves trapped inside because the door lock malfunctioned! Other than that, we had a great time.