dear wiley,
how are you feeling today? good? good.
so sorry we did not take you to snake river today, but we felt that you nearly being swept away in snake river’s current would have satisfied your taste for near death encounters for a while.
sure, with nutty bobbing along in the shallows calling your name, you thought it was a grand game. not to mention the campers who, i am sure, appreciated sadie running barefoot through the campgrounds in an attempt to head you off and snag you before you got too far downstream.
of course, some shoes were lost and bruises were acquired during this grand endeavor (you called it swimming, we called it rescuing… potatoes, pot-ah-toes), but you were ready to go back for more as soon as we got you to shore. upon our return to “mini winne,” renee took one look at our sorry and soggy brigade and responded with pure mommy goodness (“take a hot shower, i’ll bring you your clothes” and “i got you vodka!”).
you are an enigma, mr. woo, that much is clear. despite your cutest, puppy-doggiest, most adorable and precious looks, we are going to wait a hot minute before taking you down to the river again. 
also, we know that you’re colorblind and enamored by all of the nature-y sounds and smells and poop, but you should take a quick moe to look at the grand tetons; they turn a lovely shade of purple in the evening and it’s nothing short of spectacular. jackson hole is delightful, as you may have noticed, though not as puppy friendly as oregon (hence the decided decrease in the number of strangers plying you with treats in the past few days).
we promise to explore the river with you tomorrow, sir wiles; tonight we’re going to turn in early and marathon a few episodes of bones.
with love and eternal tolerance of your flatulence, 
s, k, and r

dear wiley,

how are you feeling today? good? good.

so sorry we did not take you to snake river today, but we felt that you nearly being swept away in snake river’s current would have satisfied your taste for near death encounters for a while.

sure, with nutty bobbing along in the shallows calling your name, you thought it was a grand game. not to mention the campers who, i am sure, appreciated sadie running barefoot through the campgrounds in an attempt to head you off and snag you before you got too far downstream.

of course, some shoes were lost and bruises were acquired during this grand endeavor (you called it swimming, we called it rescuing… potatoes, pot-ah-toes), but you were ready to go back for more as soon as we got you to shore. upon our return to “mini winne,” renee took one look at our sorry and soggy brigade and responded with pure mommy goodness (“take a hot shower, i’ll bring you your clothes” and “i got you vodka!”).

you are an enigma, mr. woo, that much is clear. despite your cutest, puppy-doggiest, most adorable and precious looks, we are going to wait a hot minute before taking you down to the river again. 

also, we know that you’re colorblind and enamored by all of the nature-y sounds and smells and poop, but you should take a quick moe to look at the grand tetons; they turn a lovely shade of purple in the evening and it’s nothing short of spectacular. jackson hole is delightful, as you may have noticed, though not as puppy friendly as oregon (hence the decided decrease in the number of strangers plying you with treats in the past few days).

we promise to explore the river with you tomorrow, sir wiles; tonight we’re going to turn in early and marathon a few episodes of bones.

with love and eternal tolerance of your flatulence, 

s, k, and r

it’s day two in portland with cousin kim and we are just having a ball.
after la-de-da-ing about all day yesterday (there was some minor feng shui-ing going on with some super comfy chairs), we grilled a bunch of salmon and prawns, made ourselves some lovely salads, and had some nice wine and dinner on the back porch.
best thing about portland: almost no bugs!
next best thing about portland: s’mores (made with choice of graham crackers OR digestives-they crumble less than grahams do), “rich lady” peaches, and dessert wine by the campfire.
GOLDEN
today we set out to cannon beach, stopping at Camp 18 Restaurant along Rte. 26; somewhere during the two hour ride some blonde labrador (no idea whose dog that is) may or may not have sat upon the head of some darling chocolate labrador (he answers to “bubba,” “bb,” or his full title “bourbon boudreaux”). 
cannon beach was FANTASTIC; hemlock street is lined with tall houses that seem to be styled after various fairytales. a few of their backyard sheds may have well been in harry potter or belonged to miss piggle wiggle. SOPs were in order: walks on the beach and ice cream for one and all (bourbon even got a taste of some strawberry in a sugar cone).
after all that, we came home, plopped ourselves down, and watched captain ron. for those of you who are also new to captain ron, it’s kurt russell’s finest movie to date. he’s a rastifarian and far less cunning version of captain jack (sparrow, not harkness) and he’s full on adorable. 
speaking of full on adorable, we’ve been so damn adorable all day we’re going to have to turn in early if portland plans on seeing an ounce of adorable tomorrow.
love and hugs,
three skeels, one rich, and two dogs
p.s. new photos on pinterest and more pending downloading :)

it’s day two in portland with cousin kim and we are just having a ball.

after la-de-da-ing about all day yesterday (there was some minor feng shui-ing going on with some super comfy chairs), we grilled a bunch of salmon and prawns, made ourselves some lovely salads, and had some nice wine and dinner on the back porch.

best thing about portland: almost no bugs!

next best thing about portland: s’mores (made with choice of graham crackers OR digestives-they crumble less than grahams do), “rich lady” peaches, and dessert wine by the campfire.

GOLDEN

today we set out to cannon beach, stopping at Camp 18 Restaurant along Rte. 26; somewhere during the two hour ride some blonde labrador (no idea whose dog that is) may or may not have sat upon the head of some darling chocolate labrador (he answers to “bubba,” “bb,” or his full title “bourbon boudreaux”). 

cannon beach was FANTASTIC; hemlock street is lined with tall houses that seem to be styled after various fairytales. a few of their backyard sheds may have well been in harry potter or belonged to miss piggle wiggle. SOPs were in order: walks on the beach and ice cream for one and all (bourbon even got a taste of some strawberry in a sugar cone).

after all that, we came home, plopped ourselves down, and watched captain ron. for those of you who are also new to captain ron, it’s kurt russell’s finest movie to date. he’s a rastifarian and far less cunning version of captain jack (sparrow, not harkness) and he’s full on adorable. 

speaking of full on adorable, we’ve been so damn adorable all day we’re going to have to turn in early if portland plans on seeing an ounce of adorable tomorrow.

love and hugs,

three skeels, one rich, and two dogs

p.s. new photos on pinterest and more pending downloading :)

fret not, we have more photos on pinterest

well….
today was just luverly and we thoroughly enjoyed making our way up the oregon coast.
we started out in crescent city, the last of the redwoods, and made our way up into seal country. we made a stop at strawberry hill, just after a small town called ‘florence,’ where mr. wiley woo decided that no, he most certainly was not going to stay in “mini winne,” as we call her. so he proceeded to give a barbaric yawp, barrel into renee, jump over renee’s body and out of the rv, and deer jump over the cliff from which he saw his two beloved girls (yes, nutty and sadie) descend moments earlier.
and a great day at the beach was had by all!
starfish, sea anenomes, and seal sightings completed the day. we made it to waldtpole just before sundown and enjoyed a nice cup of tea by the campfire.
tomorrow we are portland bound!

well….

today was just luverly and we thoroughly enjoyed making our way up the oregon coast.

we started out in crescent city, the last of the redwoods, and made our way up into seal country. we made a stop at strawberry hill, just after a small town called ‘florence,’ where mr. wiley woo decided that no, he most certainly was not going to stay in “mini winne,” as we call her. so he proceeded to give a barbaric yawp, barrel into renee, jump over renee’s body and out of the rv, and deer jump over the cliff from which he saw his two beloved girls (yes, nutty and sadie) descend moments earlier.

and a great day at the beach was had by all!

starfish, sea anenomes, and seal sightings completed the day. we made it to waldtpole just before sundown and enjoyed a nice cup of tea by the campfire.

tomorrow we are portland bound!

Nutshka at Yosemite. Isn’t she just the cutest thing you ever did see?

Nutshka at Yosemite. Isn’t she just the cutest thing you ever did see?

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fret not, amigos, we have not dropped off the face of the earth. we have been without wifi and cell reception for a hot minute but we are back on the interwebs (for the time being).

here is a quick recap of what’s happened so far:

i (sadie) joined nutty and mumsie in las vegas, where the electricity promptly went wonky due to the fact that it was just so overjoyed that i had finally arrived. i usually visualize the electricity in the hospital doing the same thing immediately after i was born.

saturday, august 11, we trekked a solid 400+ miles to visalia, on the south side of sequoia and kings canyon national parks, where we parked and set up camp after a short drive around the beginning of the parks (due to construction, vehicles over 22 feet long are not allowed to drive all the way through the park. we are 23 feet long). 

everything was fine and dandy so we got up and spent the next day cruising through sequoia and kings canyon. photos were taken, big trees were seen, zero u-turns were made.

meanwhile… in the driver’s seat… nutty was attempting to get us all the way to mariposa before it got too late. now, since nutty was driving, the universe demanded that there be several detours to our trip. we’ve already become quite familiar with meandering down one-lane country roads through fruit groves, and this one was very similar with the exception that it was pitch black. this luverly detour took us through a variety of orchards on a tiny road where you could not see a thing except for our headlights bouncing up and down on the asphalt. 

the next 30 minutes went something like this: “hey, nutty, remember that episode of supernatural when (insert creepy thing and ensuing disaster here)”

by the end of it, i’m pretty sure we were all convinced that we were each going to be the next stephen king.

after some more winding roads and would-be horror stories, we reached our final destination, woke up all of our neighbors because we forgot to turn off the headlights, and then promptly went to sleep.

we were going to take the next day to do some laundry, maybe run up and do yosemite: part one for a bit… but this is a skeels story, so the day we had set aside to relax is the part where things start to go a little crazy. 

by “crazy,” i mean “skeels sop” but also “hurtling 70 mph down a single lane road in the middle of nowhere.”

see what i mean?

if this roadtrip were a movie, you would now see a montage of us going “nooooooooo” in slow motion while various items fly across the room and very important lights start blinking frantically to the tune of “the final countdown.” in case you need a little more help: refrigerator doors are flying open while we are cruising down windy roads, all seemingly seventeen bottles of renee’s salad dressing are going everywhere, gallons of water are bursting and flooding the joint, toilets are deciding to go wonky, generators are deciding that no, they are not going to provide air conditioning, and, most tragic of all, thermoses of coffee are spilling. 

now, how is one supposed to deal with any of the above without proper caffeine levels, google access, or cell phone reception? 

we all three burst into a fit of giggles, of course. wiley was both confused and not entirely pleased with the lack of a/c situation. 

nutty, who was crying because she was laughing so hard, managed to squeak out “i’m walking back. see you guys in a couple of days,” before she figured out that all her exits were blocked so she settled to hiding behind sir wiles.

luckily, mariposa delivered some cell phone reception and a lovely chap named larry, of mountain automotive, who used a crow bar to persuade the generator into working. the toilet was soon made an offer it could not refuse and promptly began working again.

after all of that, we plopped renee in the swimming pool, opened a bottle of wine, and decided that the best cure for just about anything was a few solid episodes of doctor who

day saved.

yosemite was next on the list (so, today); we all appeared to be suffering from an unknown ailment also known as “tired in the middle of the day”-itis where we got to yosemite and all fell asleep at the same time. not even kidding: we arrived and we all literally fell over fast asleep. it was like a fairy tale, but the creepy kind (clearly the only kind we do). after all the napping was done, we hiked up to see the falls which were… wait for it… WATERLESS. luckily we also got some lovely photos (pinterest board coming soon) of el capitan, the half dome, and meadows.

onwards to cali part two (san francisco, the coast, and redwoods) tomorrow!

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We three Skeels are going on a roadtrip!

T-Minus 24 hours until the first leg of the trip begins with R, K, and Sir Wiles (he’s the “dog” part of the three Skeels and a dog).

More to come.

Lots of love.