Tuesday February 13, 2018 Port Orford Oregon
I tried to cook something to eat this morning, but the propane stove wouldn’t light. It’s been a couple weeks since I last filled up, so I was pretty sure the tank was empty.
I checked with Steve to see if he was still interested in going fishing drifting down the Sixes River, but he was feeling lazy and so was I so we didn’t do that.
Part of the reason we were feeling lazy is it’s been a bit on the cold side around here lately although the sun was shining brightly today and the wind was down, but it was still cool.
I drove into Port Orford and stopped at the first propane sign coming into town from the north. The only problem was his propane hose was real short and wouldn’t reach the tank that is mounted under the van. He sent me down to the Chevron station where I was going next anyway.
When I got back Steve said he wanted to take some buckets down to a gravel pile by the river and get some rock for his yard so I went along for the ride.
Fisher people drifting the Elk River
I heard Steve slam his car’s door so knew I better get back as he would be leaving.
He repeated that trip several times while I did some reading in my van.
Gravel goes here
While he was gone on one of his rock loading trips, I checked the van’s engine fluids and looked over the engine because tomorrow is a travel day. I’ll be headed on home about a nine hour drive back to the Russian River in California.
So tomorrow morning I’ll load up and be on my way.
That was my day for a lazy one.