It was in the 40's. I was excited that I got to wear jeans again. We walked to a coffee shop with a patio for breakfast. It was closed that week. So Andy ran into a McDonald's and we ate at a little table on the corner.
We went back and packed up the motel room at the Black Canyon Inn. Andy had to lift up the mattress and box springs to get to Stella and put her in the car with us.
After breakfast Sweetsie was ready for another nap.
It started raining and getting cold.
We passed by wind mills among the rocky cliffs.Another big storm was brewing after we passed Provo so we stopped just outside of Salt Lake City. It was about 5 PM so we wanted to avoid traffic, too. This time we plugged the holes under the bed so Stella wouldn't be able to burrow into the box springs and hide. Right now she is wandering around the room searching for a good hiding place. She ate a little of my hamburger. At least she ate something. We were getting worried about her.
Sweetsie continues to be in doggy heaven. She has me to sit on in the car during the day and Andy takes her out for long walks. She cries whenever Andy leaves the room. I told him that he should stay in Portland with us.