Well, 8 hours with the coach in the shop and I’m confused.
At the end of the day they backed Serendipity out of the shop far enough so we could drop our jacks and extend our slides for the night. I did a walk around to see how many of the items on our punch list had been completed and all I could see were two out of about 12. A lot of them aren’t very big, but the estimate that we might be finished up by end of business Thursday seems overly optimistic. We’ll find out soon enough.
We slept well ‘out behind the shop’. Last year we were inthe same service bay and we could not lock onto the DISH satellite; this year we could so we had a little less tedious evening than might have been the case. It’s quiet on the shop side of the Travel Center. Ahhhh.
The dealership is about to begin construction on a new RV park for customers. With another 65 sites for LONG RV’s it’s good to see dealers putting their commission and profits back into their services.
During the day I got a lot done. Using their guest WiFi I finished the operating system updates.
What I discovered during the previous evening was that the reason those few programs didn’t work after restoring my backup was that the versions in my backup were more recent than the operating system restored-from-internet. Using the Apple Menu, I found there was a new OS release. So, I installed that (so that everything was in the same generation) and all my programs were happy again.
I hate computers when these things happen but I hardly know how to function without them… I guess I’m learning tolerance!
All of that did get me wondering whether NOTEPADS every have such problems? Do notepads have system updates? Hmmm…
Men’s Socks
I have a new quandary, far more basic. I needed socks. Good old crew socks. Not thin dress dress socks.
For as long as I can remember my feet have barely fit into the largest size men’s socks commonly found on the store shelves — which is an all in one 6-12 or 10-12 or some variation including size 12. I noticed that now there are ‘extended size’ socks 10-14! Hooray. Not sure when that happened but I like the new ones. And of course they charge more for them.
The demise of English
Have you ever seen this sign: do not bring unpurchased merchandise into the restroom? Those signs drive my crazy. Is it that hard to put the word for on the sign. Do not bring unpaid for merchandise into the restroom? I know language is a fluid thing, and that businesses are cheap, trying to do the most for the least but another three letter word isn’t a lot to ask.
Heat & Schedules
Last night I got to looking at the forecast for the coming week. It seems they have bumped up the temperature forecast a few days. We’re now looking at highs in the 103º range in the area we had been planning on traversing. Which has me wondering if we might retrace our steps across central Oregon to avoid the worst of the heat — and end up cutting through the corner of Yellowstone after all.
I checked yesterday and it looks like there are no available reservable sites in the Yellowstone area. But we might just do a drive through!
If you haven’t traveled a lot route planning could be a pain. Where to go, what to do, how to get there. But at this point in life after having traveled the US quite a bit route planning is sort of like meeting old friends all over again!
Seeing a city name on the map brings back memories of buildings and intersections, restaurants I’ve eaten at, friends who live there, prior campsites or hotels we’ve stayed at. Route planning is reminiscing on life.
Oh, sure, things change! And sometimes the places you ‘remember’ end up not being what you thought they were. Like the story I told a few days ago about planning to go to a restaurant in Florence OR that was actually in Newport OR! But route planning is a way of revisiting fond (and sometimes not so fond) memories of life.
Once the shop turns us loose and we know for sure that we’re able to leave or stay as suits us — we’ll make our final choice. Until then we are twiddling our thumbs. Can’t help with the repairs; don’t want to go too far in case questions arise that need answers (not that such is likely in a good dealership — but still — I admit to being a control freak); there’s only so much computing anyone can do in the waiting room. Waiting is boring. Plain and simple. Route planning makes it fun-er!
Junkyard Extreme Hotdogs
I would be remiss if I failed to mention our trip to one of Guy Fieri’s Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives selections — right up the road from us: Junkyard Extreme Hotdogs.
They’re a little pricey for what you get, and you are inundated with the fact that Guy was there. But for a little roadside stand on a relatively small highway it was a tasty bite.
If you are fans of a Chicago Hotdog you’ll be a little disappointed. Yes, they had the neon relish. Yes they had the sport peppers. NO — the dogs themselves were not authentic (they were larger — no longer in proportion to the accompaniments, and the skins were too tough)! NO — the buns were wrong (poppy seeds were missing)! and NO — the fries were not included with the dogs. And at $4.50 per order they were pretty steep, frozen crinkle cut (instead of fresh straight fries).
But, it was interesting to see what the place was like — and most importantly, in a small town it was there.
So there you have it. Another day of waiting. Thanks for stopping by and I’ll talk with you tomorrow.
From the Far Side of '70 
If I had one unlimited clothing splurge in life, it would be brand new Gold Toe white socks every day. Right out of the package. 🙂
Our favorite Guy Fieri resto is the Blue Moon Cafe in Baltimore. That was the place with the Captain Crunch french toast.
Jim
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We have been to about 5 or 6 of Guy’s Triple D features and this was the only one that overly capitalized on his presence. Of course they all get his name out for people to see it. But this was overkill to the Nth dimension. !!!!!!
Not sure if we HAVE a favorite of his reviews. He has done some Eastern European places that I’m still wanting to get to! And Lebanese. I’m kind of partial to Middle Eastern (though I have no heritage there) and Almost anything from Eastern Europe — which, of course has to do with that being what I grew up with. Although a good friend of mine absolutely HATES the food SHE grew up with…. so I guess “what you grow up with” isn’t necessarily considered ‘normal’.
Gold Toe Socks are the Bomb. I share your feeling. They are mostly what’s in my drawer.
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Same here. I have four pairs unworn (sorry…that’s the Noah Webster in me) that are waiting for a special occasion. An indulgence equal to a bottle of fine wine in the back of the cellar.
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LOL — I’m not sure I class Gold Toes up there with a fine wine in terms of joy, but they may be more valuable than fine wine for healthy living.
I dunno… I’m one of those people who have overly sweaty feet. I go through shoes like crazy, and can’t wear closed shoes more than a day before having to give them a day to dry out. So socks have become very special to me.
That, and I wear sandals a lot when the weather’s decent enough. 🙂 🙂 🙂 > >
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My sons are all patagonians–getting socks to fit has always been a nightmare.
I bought a pack of 10 for me that has the toe going a different direction than the heel. They’re very interesting to wear.
For the sign: “unpurchased” takes one less space than “not paid for.” Maybe ‘unpurchased’ is more politically correct, or people could not read well enough and thought the sign said “not paved” which gave them free reign to shoplift as much as they could. Just trying to be helpful, like I do for my characters. 🙂 Technically, my spell check does not like the word and gives me several other options–’nonpurchased’ was not one of them, unless it was hyphenated.
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You’re making me crazy with nostalgia, your life reads like one of our epic road-trips (and that’s a good thing) One of our first major drives found us naively entering Moab (with auto club motel guide firmly in hand) stupidly thinking “we don’t need a reservation, we’ll just drive up to a nice place, there’s oodles of accommodation” It was the height of summer! I don’t have to tell you about our rude awakening. The closest place with any hope of a room was Grand Junction, Colorado.Still too silly to call ahead, we drove for hours to Grand Junction only to find a classic car show robbed us yet again of sleeping in comfort. We spent the night sleeping in the car at a roadside rest stop – I was 6 months pregnant with our 2nd – and not too happy. Our daughter thought it was great as she curled up in her little back seat “nest”. Sigh. Now I want a hot dog 🙂
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Times have surely changed from what I grew up in. My parents and I never made reservations (when I was growing up and we would take a roadtrip) and there were always more motels than travelers. But the population boom has turned that on it’s head for sure.
As it turns out we’ll be doing something very different — as blog lag will explain we have just spent a week nursing a bad sprain and some of our plans were shot to heck. — But, my friend, even having our plans shot to smithereens has no impact on whether we can enjoy where we are right now.
That may not be so easy with kids — whether one or several — but we’re past that point now and we can only LONG for the days when our daughter is curled up in her little back seat ‘nest’ and remember the good old days. 🙂
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