![]() Throwing her entire body into turning the steering wheel, Gemma’s effort paid off. What was happening? The sharp bend approached. She pressed her foot against the brakes as she came up on the switchback. With a USDA inspection coming up in three weeks, she so did not need more hurdles in her goal of getting Tiger Mountain accredited as a big cat sanctuary. And too much rain might cause flooding in the sanctuary. This was a lot more like the kind of weather she’d see in Houston, Texas, rather than southwest Oregon. ![]() Gemma downshifted, slowing at the curve on the steep one-lane road, her pulse edging up as the rain pounded harder. The meteorological phenomenon occurred in the winter.Īnd the tigers in her sanctuary, fifteen beautiful creatures she knew by name, wouldn’t be happy in this inclement weather either. ![]() Except spring was the wrong time of year for the tropical moisture to be sweeping in from the Hawaiian Islands. This was just like when the Pineapple Express came through southern Oregon a decade ago. With this torrential downpour, she was glad she’d opted for the hard cover and doors on this older model.īut she should have gotten the mud tires too. Gemma Rollins shifted gears as her beloved Jeep CJ bounced over the narrow gravel road carved from the mountain. ![]()
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