I was able to store the motor home in Blythe, in a park alongside the Colorado River.  For the first time in a year, I was able to leave the dog’s travel crate out of the car, and Cheyenne could have plenty of room in the back seat.  I think she enjoyed being in the middle so she could look out the windshield as we drove 250 miles, up to my oldest son Grey’s house north of Las Vegas.  It was about a five hour easy drive, since we stopped along the way a couple of times and weren’t towing a car this time.

Grey already had the Christmas tree up, but it got decorated Friday night after we arrived, and we spent a leisurely few days just lazing around, watching videos, doing a little Christmas shopping, and enjoying the crisp nights and sunny days of the holiday week.

My dog Cheyenne and Grey’s dog Genie (“Genius”) got along very well, I think Cheyenne’s older calm obedience might be rubbing off on Genie’s wild puppy craziness, at least I hope so.  Both dogs got new dog beds,and some doggie treats for Christmas surprises.  Even the cat Goober got special snacks.

We stayed up until midnight Christmas Eve, when Lorin could open the package containing the video game that she wanted.  It was nice to sleep in and then open gifts the next morning. Grey got me a little air compressor, just what I needed, and I sure hope it really works for those heavy duty truck tires on the motor home that always seem to need air when I’m in the middle of nowhere.

My son Peter in Germany called with grandson Janek, then granddaughters Mimi and Zarah, to say Merry Christmas and share good wishes and holiday spirit.  It was a real family Christmas day for me!  My daughter Dara had sent a box of gifts too!