Do I hear Cows?

Said my goodbyes to family and friends, which was hard and sad, and then headed out of Portland. My goal was to head south with my first stop Las Vegas. No, not for gambling or the other things you may have been thinking, but to visit one of our customers there. Turns out, they couldn’t get in on Saturday, so I proceeded down I5 ready to replace the jeans with shorts as soon as I got into California. As it turns out, I left at the beginning of a low jet stream that brought cold weather to what seems to be everywhere. I was pleased with the drive noticing several people reading my RV. (At least on the first day there were a lot more people who had heard of MotorSilk than the day before.) I gave a brochure to the inspection officer at the border of California who was curious what the heck MotorSilk was. I had a great drive and decided to settle in that night at a rest area outside of Sacramento. Lesson one, rest areas are more like a spot for people to make a lot of noise all night. Okay, yes I should have known that, but I guess I had previously led a sheltered life. When I finally fell asleep after several hours of guessing what kind of semi just pulled up, I was awakened by the mooing of a cow. Put yourself in my position, restless sleep so far, wakening not really knowing where I was and hearing farm animals. After coming out of my slumber I peeked out the window and right next to the RV was a livestock hauler full of cows. One particular cow was eyeing me through the little hole in the side. As he continued to Moo, and I started to realize where he was most likely headed, I decided to get up and continue my adventure, hoping I may have a better long term fate.