We're 400 miles from home now. It's about 1,200 miles from home to Borrego Springs, where we're headed. The trip so far has been uneventful. We started off with Maggie in her crate and Smitty free to move about the cabin. Smitty always hunkers down between the bed and the wall, and he rides fine there. We put Maggie's crate in the smoothest part of the trailer, over the axles. She did fine as well.
When we stopped for lunch, we let her out of her crate so that she could get something to eat and "powder her nose". She was not interested in either, but preferred instead to explore. When we were ready to take off again, she was hiding behind the bed, and so that was where she road the rest of the trip. It all worked out fine, which is good, because I hated putting her in her crate.
The most worrisome part of the trip was Siskiyou Pass where, indeed, snow was falling and there was snow on the ground. Nevertheless, the road was clear, and we went through with no problems.
I would have taken a picture of the "Welcome to California" sign when we crossed the border, but there was none. Budget constraints, I imagine. We stopped for diesel in Weed, and we might have had a spectacular view of Mt. Shasta had it not been shrouded in fog.
We stopped for the first night in Redding. Smitty always comes out from his hidey hole and strrrreeeetches, as if he's had the best nap ever. He seems to enjoy traveling, and he's always excited for his catio.
Once the catio was set up, this was all we saw of him for a while.
He was happy. While he was otherwise occupied, Maggie took the opportunity to explore. Take a moment to imagine a cop show on television, and how the police will search a house with their firearms extended in front of them. As they check each room, they'll shout "Clear!" Now insert Maggie for the policeman on the show, and you'll know how she spent her evening.
We thought long and hard about how to provide retreats and safety spots for her. For one thing, she has the same bed and "sheltering towel" that she had in Mike's office at home. This one happens to be under the farthest dining room chair in the corner of the slide-out.
We also purchased this exceedingly expensive little cubbyhole for her. It's similar to the one she had while she was at the shelter. As yet, we've been unable to convince her to use it; thus, it still has tags attached so we can return it if it turns out to be a bust.
It fits between our two reclining chairs under the little fold up end table.
She has to negotiate this hallway to get to the litter box, but she's managed to do that several times without rousing Himself.
She's had plenty of crunchies, and things are going pretty well.
While I was writing this post, she decided to take a turn on the catio, which was actually quite surprising.
She has shown no interest whatsoever in going outside at home, but apparently, the confines of the catio make her feel safe. I imagine it's a little the way I feel when I stand on a high balcony. The railing makes me feel safe, but take the railing away, and there's no way I'd approach the edge.
Smitty knew she was there, but he stayed in his cubby hole, just watching her. He's feeling pretty sleepy now.
Today we'll head on down the road with a planned stop in Visalia. We'll reach Borrego Springs tomorrow.