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All Fixed Up

Thursday before the holiday and we’re ready for ‘them.’  My head is back to normal after the dentist’s drill.  After getting pumped full of anesthetic it took a while for all that junk to clear out of my system.  This morning Phil the maintenance guy came around to fix our phone and Internet lines — so we’re back up to full functionality. I had hoped to get some more leaf blowing done before the weekend but everything’s still too damp after our recent rains so that will wait till after the holiday.

I originally wrote this to publish before Memorial Day, but then something came up so this ended up posting after the holiday.  Not an apology, just an explanation.

We’ve been talking about the weather lately.  It seems after numerous situations where bad weather has been the topic of the day that our little corner of the world is slightly less likely to see the worst of the neighboring weather.  We’ve been noticing this over several years — that the severe storm warnings tend to focus North and West of us, or South and East of us.  Oh, there’s no telling Momma Nature what she should be doing, but by sheer number of “Alerts” and “Warnings” we are already ahead of the game again this year.  There are those places known as Tornado Alley, and others that get their regular crippling winter Ice Storms — we are usually pretty lucky here by being spared the worst of the steering winds.  That doesn’t mean we won’t get storms this year — now that I’ve commented on them.  But we are thankful for the previous good fortune we’ve had.

We have at least 2 ‘groups’ in the park this weekend.  One has 11 sites.  Another has 4.  And I think there’s another group who do BBQ contests — not sure if they’ll be cooking this weekend or just kickin’ back. (But one can always hope.😀😀 )

Our seasonal rangers / interns have gotten enough of their training that we’re starting to see them roaming around solo — they are incredibly happy about that — it’s always fun to share those kind of new life experiences with young adults — it reminds us of what it was like when we were new to the work world and having our own workplace firsts.  Makes me feel good.

I guess Peg & I are in a holding pattern until Katy gets here.  Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll be here to chat in the morning.

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Changeup

Wednesday morning.  Visit-The-Dentist Day.  Ugh. That’s 6 hours away, so I have plenty of time to look forward to it!  Which is why I’m thinking about other things!  (And in the end they prepped me for a crown.  It was actually the least unpleasant dentist visit I can remember — though I did remember in the process that my body metabolizes lidocaine rapidly,  VERY rapidly!)

I woke up this morning after a night of active dreams.  It seemed a good time to make some changes.  Seeing as we are here for another few months and we can’t change our locale, I decided to change my bog template.   and the decision it’s time to change things up a little — and I decided to change the template on my Blog. By the time you read this that will have happened 5 days ago! I guess that’s how far ahead I am with future blogs — still and all, it’s what’s on my mind at the moment.

Pictorico Twenty Fifteen Twenty SixteenI had been using the theme Pictorico.  I’m never fully happy with WordPress themes but from time to time I feel the need to change, just to change. I switched  to Twenty Fifteen a theme that I never used before (prior to Pictorico it had been Twenty Fourteen).  I would have tried Twenty Sixteen but it’s not a full width template and that’s one of my criteria.  Themes that arbitrarily decide that your screen should be only so wide are just a waste of real estate in my mind.  When I was still hosting I had a theme I really liked but that’s not available to the wordpress.com family and I don’t particularly want to pay extra for a modified theme.

All of which is brought on by the fact that change is a part of life.  And I change my blog look as I fee I am changing.  From time to time I feel as if certain aspects of life or my blog are changing.

I heard a great quote yesterday.  I really wanted to share it because it really struck me upside the head.

The true measure
of all our actions

is how long the
good in them lasts.

I found that a particularly sobering thought.  And it’s one of the drawbacks of the RV lifestyle.  It is by nature a transitory life, a migratory life,  and perhaps a little hard to find lasting meaning in it.  I know friends who have struggled with the fact that their earlier lives were spent actively engaged in family and church and civic activities which RV’ing interfered with.  It’s a emptiness or lack that I can understand and sometimes share.  But then what we have done with our our entire life is one thing and what we accomplish in retirement might be quite a separate kettle of fish.

The Lonely BenchWe loaded up the larder for Kathryn’s arrival. By the time I got done in the dentist’s chair my jaw was throbbing and I wasn’t in the most let’s-go-shopping mood — but I didn’t want to make the trip back to Hudson later int he week so we just sucked it up and did that while we were so close to the grocery.  know Peg is specially looking forward to the weekend and her visit, even if it’s a short stay.  We’ll try our darnedest not to shirk off our duties on her shoulders. 🙂

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While in River Falls for the dentist I wanted to get my hair cut — and had a very interesting experience at the barber.  There’s a place on Main street called, of course, “Barber Shop.”  I stopped there once — lights on, door locked, no answer.  Walked away.  Looked them up in Google and called.  Sure, we’re open.  Walked back and door unlocked, two white guys sweeping floor.

“Are you my 1:20 appointment” one asks.

“No. Can you take a walkin?” I ask?

“Sorry, can’t help you today.  Tomorrow we have room.”  says a guy sitting next to an empty barber chair and the other one is standing next to another empty chair.

I ebbed off and left.  There was another barber shop at the end of the block and around the corner.  I walked in there.  I’m greeted by a monster black guy — I mean he’s as solid as I am and about 4″-5” taller than me — with long dangly braids. I felt like a midget next to him.  He really was imposing. The place is called Gentz and that maybe should have given me a clue but undaunted I asked if he had time for a walkin.

Yup!  He walked me right over to his barber chair and we got started.

It turns out this guy is a gentle giant. He’s imposing, but the nicest, most friendly barber I’ve had in a long time.  He, his girlfriend and their two kids moved up from Chicago (her home town is nearby), he opened his shop only three months ago and he gave me a meticulous haircut.  I hope he has a good long career there in River Falls.  He deserves it.  He’s certainly more hungry for business than his competition, and he’s a lot more personable.  There is a very small black population in Northern Wisconsin to begin with.  River Falls (according to City-Data) is 92% white — so I’m sure he’s going to have a bit of an uphill battle gaining acceptance — racial lines have NOT disappeared in Wisconsin.  But this guy deserves a good long run in this town.  I’m glad I stopped.

That was our Wednesday.  The phone and Interwebs are still down — I’m using my MiFi box and no word about fixing the CORPS ethernet connection yet.  The weekenders start arriving today.  4 or 5 campers are due in today.  Bring on the Weekend!

Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll be here again tomorrow to chat!

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At Six’s and Seven’s

i have days like thisEver have one of those days when you just aren’t yourself?  Even a perpetually happy guy like me has them too.  Fortunately, not too often.  Sometimes it’s not a matter of feeling well, or ill, nor of being sore from the previous day’s activity;  sometimes you just wake up out of sorts.  The thing is — I’ve come to accept that those days are OK.  You don’t have to be cheery every day.  You don’t have to feel well, every day. It’s nice when it happens, but I don’t have to treat the rest of the world any differently than if I was on top of the world.

IMG_2256Today’s one of those days that I need my Element of Surprise.  It’s there somewhere — I just have to find it.

It’s Tuesday, hence our day off.  Which merits a comment.  While we could just take off and actually have a “day off,”  so far we aren’t exatly doing that.  There are parts of me that look at this as being a lot like living a dairy farmer’s life.  Holidays come and holidays go, but the cows still need milking.  And that’s kind of how I feel here.  The daily report arrives in the morning;  we take an hour or so to go through our machinations, and then to walk out into the campground and post the new cards,  and later in the day we’ll take one or two ride throughs — and the rest of the day we spend on ourselves.  But we still take care of our ‘chores’ first.  No one says we have to — it’s just us. It just feels right.volunteering is the ultimate exercise

I awoke

after a lifetime as an early riser — I can sympathize with Leonardo. Seems like I spent half my youth waiting for the rest of the world to wake up.

We had rain last night.  We have no phone service or Interwebs today.  Not sure how long that will take to reconcile.  It’s happened before but in the past both of those lines came back a couple hours after they went out.  Not sure what will happen this time.  Though, I have reported it this time.

Tomorrow is go-to-the-dentist day.  argh.   not looking forward to that at all.  A recently shattered molar can’t be a good thing and with a new dentist — just yuck. The only good thing is that tomorrow may turn out to be a reconnoitering day in advance of determining the pathway to the solution.

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Ok — That’s it for today.  I’m not going to ramble on saying nothing.  Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll chat with you tomorrow when, hopefully, I’ll have something more interesting to say.

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Run-up to the Weekend

With a holiday weekend fast approaching this will be a little bit different sort of week for us.  We have our first-of-the-season extended camper.  We’ve got a neat solo retiree traveling in a Roadtrek who’s here for 8 nights.  He’s quite self-contained — he arrived on Friday and his unit hasn’t left the campground but once since arriving 4 days ago.

I’m sure you all know what a Roadtrek looks like. My dad wanted one of these in the worst way!

I’m sure you all know what a Roadtrek looks like. My dad wanted one of these in the worst way!

Every time I see a Roadtrek I can’t help think about my father.  He wanted one of these sweethearts in the worst way.  He even drove to Ontario to tour their factory — back in the day when you could actually take factory tours that showed you something.

Dad was a Canada-phile.  He thought everything Canadian was wonderful.  Personally I share a lot of his views, but a.) it’s too cold for me and b.) I’m just a little more reserved in my appreciation.  He and I did a couple solo trips to Canada and had a wonderful time.  And Peg and I have done a few trips into/through Canada as well.  It’s always struck me as rather like being in the U.S. but 10 years ago.  I suppose that is not a good impression to take away from a country — specially not the way so many Canadians seem to think that us ‘americans’ ( they’re american’s too but they call themselves Canadians as if to differentiate themselves from us.  🙂 )  I’d hate to wish what we’ve become on them in ten years.

Anyway…We have a couple fellows who sent their wives home after the weekend and decided to stay for an extra night or two.  That’s always nice to see.

Then there are the two retired pastors who just left.  They never camp on a holiday weekend.  Their opinion is it’s just too busy — one of them always hopes that a still-working pastor might call asking whether he can cover for the younger pastor so the younger one can take his family camping.  And he’s always glad to do it.  An attitude I can certainly appreciate with congestion and traffic and all that’s come to be associated with holiday weekends.

Restrictions

I got to thinking about restrictions in the RV lifestyle.  The way we RV I rarely think much about lifestyle restrictions but I noticed something over the weekend that I want to at least mention for those considering RV’ing.

I recently came across a campground with a minimum length restriction.  It’s the first time I’ve seen that as a criteria for admittance to any campground.  Usually length serves as a limit when you are too long, but until now never because you are too short. Coincidentally, I noticed that feature photo on that campground’s rate page features all high-end diesel pushers — so it’s obvious the message they are sending, and their rate structure bears that out.

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There are plenty of these big behemoths out there. But they naturally choose places I tend not to be interested in.

But my reason for mentioning it is simple.  We’ve been doing this for 5 years now and restrictions are one thing we rarely think about.  There are the issues of height and weight that go along with driving down the highway.  We’re 13’ tall, 8 1/2’ wide and we weigh just a tad under 30,000 lbs — so there are roads we aren’t allowed on and places that don’t want us.  Before we sold the house we weren’t actually supposed to drive on the street in front of our house — but no one ever hassled us about that as long as we didn’t park in our own driveway (which was also not allowed — but we periodically did it anyway).

Most of the restrictions you’ll find while RV’ing relate to your length.  Older state parks, or older facilities in general — built before longer RV’s — often have length limits.  At 40 feet we can’t get into many of the Wisconsin state parks at all.  They simply were designed for camping in units under 30 feet long.  We knew that when we bought Journey (she was 32’ long) and we rarely had any problems but even at that length there were still a couple campgrounds we were excluded from.  And the decision to go longer was really a calculated choice — comfort all the time or the ability to get into more campgrounds.  Thus far we have not regretted the decision at all.

Recently I came across a Volunteer.gov gig posting that limited the volunteer to an RV no longer than 27 feet.  There have been some gig posts that specifically tell volunteers that there is not dump station, or is no electric, or whatever — but at least the agencies are honest about that and I’m sure those limitations play into who, and how many, volunteers apply for those gigs.

One restriction that is increasingly more common is a limit on the AGE of your RV.  We knew this before we bought our 2005 coach, and both RV campground’s and lenders tend to see a ten year old RV as kind of a hard limit.  The campground operators don’t want their campground to look like it’s inhabited by a bunch of low-life’s so they arbitrarily say, if you’re RV is older than 10 years you aren’t welcome.  It’s a kind of discrimination — sure — but frankly being able to see the limitation on their campground tells me that’s not the kind of place I want to patronize anyway. I’ve seen people in brand new coaches I wouldn’t want to live near, and I’ve seen people in older units who are like family.  I don’t think those kinds of ’tests’ are a measure of who my friends should be.

Having noticed minimum length as a restriction I think that’s going to cause me to be even more aware of whether I notice patron limits at all, or whether we notice other limits that we might have ignored in the past.  If it’s something that doesn’t affect me I tend not to pay any attention.  (For example, when we’re going down the Interstate where I know the minimum clearances are going to be greater than 13’6” I never even think about how lot the bridges are — but Peggy, who still isn’t as accustomed to driving in something this tall, still likes to check out every single low bridge warning — even if it’s 16 feet.  It’s all about experience and comfort levels)

To be completely honest,  I tend to consider cost per night over most other considerations when making overnight choices.  That’s one reason we tend to choose public campgrounds over private ones.  A lot of the private campgrounds are, quite simply, out of our price range.  I don’t find value in spending excessive amounts of money for things I may not use.  For example,  we travel with fresh water on board, and room in our wastewater tanks.  If we are stopping for two to four nights along the way I don’t HAVE TO have a full hookup.  Half the time I won’t even bother making the connections if I do have a full hookup.  I don’t like to drain my tanks too soon — it only bollixes up the sensor units — so I don’t want to bother dumping at every opportunity.

If I leave my tank valves open that provides a highway for insects right into our holding tanks

If I leave my tank valves open that provides a highway for insects right into our holding tanks

On a related but side point.  I make it a point to almost never leave my wastewater tank valves OPEN.  That started out because we often have sites without full hookups and we simply had to wait until we got to a dump station to empty our tanks.  But I have also realized that if you leave your valve open you also provide a highway into your tanks for undesirable insects — like roaches — which can and will climb up INSIDE the plumbing and emerge through your sink or shower drains if you don’t have them secured. No One like roaches.  And keeping them OUT of the RV is a primary goal — at least it is for me!

Well, there you have our Monday.  We’ve finally found some warmth.  The holiday is fast approaching and life is good. Thanks for stopping by and I’ll be here again tomorrow to chat. Why not stop by!weather forecast

 

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I must be more prejudiced than I thought I was

I was sitting in our golf cart chatting with a 30-something camper when I had the distinct realization that I’m probably more biased than I’d like to accept.  The thing is, I realized while talking with him how much I liked this guy!  By contrast, I think I realized something I was not all that happy about.

One of the treats to me of staying in public campgrounds is that there seems to me to be a wider diversity of people than we usually find at private parks/RV resorts. That particularly applies to differences in AGE.  Our experience has been that County, State, and Federal properties tend to be visited by people of all ages and incomes, and to some degree of ethnic diversity — though not a lot. RV’ing is still largely the domain of white americans so you don’t see huge examples of ethnic diversity. In the past we have noticed that here at Highland Ridge the extent of ethnic diversity might be a little greater than some other places we’ve camped.  We do have periodic hispanic families and a surprising number of Hmong.  The frequency of Hmong visitors surprised me until I learned that Minneapolis had been an immigration magnet for Hmong — at which point seeing them here made perfect sense:  why wouldn’t they want to go camping!  It’s a lot of fun!

But what I’m talking about today is the intermingling of young along with us older codgers.  I have really been enjoying the presence of so many young families along with their kids.  But then you know I love kids! I am tickled to have a chance to just stand around chatting with them; to hear their point of view; to learn about their goals and their devotion to family. Family has always been important to us and seeing that value carrying forward in tangible ways always makes me feel good.  If there have ever been times when I have wanted to despair of the next generation it has not been when we were here!  Sometimes you have to be in the right place at the right time to realize that our future is in better hands than might be feared.

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definitely a Southern thing!

Which brings me to my title for the day.  I am coming to terms with being more of a died-in-the-wool Midwesterner than I like to think.  There is something about the ethos of Midwesterners that just rings true to me. I had my fill of Good Ole Boys, Floridians and Rednecks; enough of seeing Confederate Flags and juiced diesel pickups spewing black smoke and making more noise than an 18 wheeler. (I don’t mind the fishing pole racks on the front bumpers!)  There are just some aspects of people and society that I like better ‘up here.’

After this week’s publicity about the four drunkest towns in America all being in Wisconsin I have no illusions that Wisconsinites don’t drink a lot of beer, but I don’t SEE as many open containers in cars up here as I did during the winter in the S.E. That was particularly disconcerting.  I’m sure they are around, I just don’t see them anywhere near as often here. I admit that our exposure to public campgrounds was a little limited this winter, but we put on nearly 3000 miles while down there and I admit to liking the mix of campers better as we have moved further north.

I’m not sure how I’ll feel if we make it to the desert S.W. this winter.  I have been fine with Texas — it’s different than the S.E. — and in the past I have enjoyed my visits to the desert — we’ll see how we feel about living there if we get to spend this winter there.

Playground Inspection

We took on a new job for the duration of our stay here.  We are doing Playground patrol.  I never thought about whether people actually inspect playgrounds for safety, but I just found out that the CORPS does just that.  And they have a form to report the findings, and insure that the necessary repairs are made in a timely manner.  Hot Dog!  I love that.

Stihl Backpack BlowerThe Backpack Blower showed up in our morning delivery. I’m glad.  There are a lot of areas of the campground I want to clean up and sweeping isn’t going to cut the mustard.  Now if we can either stay dry for a few days so I can get this done before the stuff I want to removed blown off before it gets wet and sticks to the ground.

Well, that is our Sunday.  All our campsites are cleaned for the next batch of campers.  We’ll do our first playground inspection on Monday and then begin a new schedule of Tuesday & Wednesday off-days so that we are a little more in sync with our staff boss who’s days off are Wed & Thurs.  We didn’t need to do that but we just thought it was a good thing.

Thanks for stopping by and I’ll be here again tomorrow to chat.

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Sharing Joy

35' Mirada

35’ Coachman Mirada

Wally & Eileen bought a new RV.  We only met Wally & Eileen last week.  But they were so excited about their new RV that they had to return this weekend to try her out and show her off.  Isn’t that just the way it is with RV’ers!

Last evening we were sitting outside in our holding chairs — accessible to campers who don’t know where their site might be but not a bother for those who know the routine.  When they arrived, Eileen was driving their car, and Wally the new-to-them Mirada.  Eileen — ahead of Wally — slowed down with the window open and shouted out, “Peter & Peggy — it’s us!”  And we looked up and there they were.

One aspect of RV’ing that I never tire of, and that never ceases to amaze me is the warmth and openness of RV’ers.  Before we sold our house we’d lived in numerous places and we never had bad neighbors but we never in our entire previous life had neighbors who were as cheery and happy as most of the people we’ve met whilst RV’ing. We can sit at a camper’s campsite and learn all manner of interesting things about their past lives, their loves, and their passions.

This sort of gig — where we’re hanging out in the same place for an extended time — means that a lot of these campers we’ll see again — several times throughout the summer. Minnesotans (Twin Cities Residents mostly) use this as one of many parks close enough for weekend getaways.  A few people make their reservations as soon as the reservation window opens and return throughout the summer. Some of them return with friends, but mostly they show up as couples or singles to enjoy the forest setting and whomever might turn out to be neighbors.

What amazes me is that people are so open with friends of such short duration.  It’s much easier to see how Winter Snowbirds would get to be friendly with the couple in the RV next to them all winter.  But to see and participate in such rapid friendships in such short time is quite a treat. Back in the day when we were young we did a vacation in Palm Springs at one of the clothing optional hotels there.  We were struck by the way the people who are not wearing indicators of success were open to whomever they came across. That wasn’t entirely true because there were a few baubles and items of jewelry that gave away the financial status of the guests but in general these were nothing more than people meeting people.  It’s not something you often find in society;  we all carry our symbols of affluence on us as we go through life:  the cut of our suit, the brand shoes,  even the manufacturer of our eye glass frames.  We shout to other people how well we’re doing.

But RV’ing is a bit of a odd-duck situation.  Oh, there are the folks who shout out their success in their RV — you’ll always have people who want others to envy them.  But last week’s visit by the Tear Drop trailers was another reminder that RV’ing can be about all sorts of things.  For many of last weekend’s teardroppers — their RV experience was about demonstrating their skill and expertise in making their own trailer.  There were a couple teardrops that were visually economy models but I have to say that there were also several that spared no expense in putting those teardrops together and they were all about sharing ideas and creativity.

I often say that there’s “No right way to RV”.  And you know by now that I mean that we RV’ers with different talents, likes, and bankrolls  bring that same diversity to our RV’ing.  Whatever works for you, works for you and there’s no one to say that you’re doing it wrong.  I almost wonder, however, if there is one common trait, which is the willingness to be open to new experience and ideas.  From my blog you’ll know that you can never count on what’s going to happen — RV’s do breakdown and things do go awry.  But beyond the negative surprises there are also a lot of positive surprises that deserve similar attention.  For ever delay in getting to a reserved campground I bet there are half a dozen new friends that we’ve met (maybe a lot more).  For every malfunction there are new experiences that thrill us.  I wonder if along the way I have scared a few folks off from RV’ing because they read about the mishaps and think they could never handle them.  But the reality is that unless a person pays not attention to their equipment the mishaps don’t happen that often and the joys are pretty regular occurrences.

Later today I’m sure Eileen & Wally will want to show us their new RV.  And we’ll be happy to take a look.  There’s an old saying about Joys shared are multiplied and sorrows shared are divided.  People LIKE to share with others.  And being willing to enter into their joy not only makes US feel better, it makes them feel better too.

Thanks for stopping by.  Let’s talk again tomorrow!

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I know what day it is!

There is one particular redeeming factor associated with volunteering.  You get to know what day of the week it is!  I’ve managed three weeks in a row of pretty much knowing exactly what day it is — after months of having nothing upon which to hang dates.  I’m not in a hurry to work harder than we are, but even this guy — who has always had a very loose relationship with time — kind of likes knowing what day it might be!  (Though I’ve never seen all that much reason to live my life by a calendar).

Its’ another Friday and the campers will be streaming in the door in another couple hours.  I’m looking forward to this week’s new variety of visitors.  From a sociological point of view every weekend is completely different.  You get the families in multiple sites (parents, grandparent, uncle & aunties),  families with large broods of kids, families with no kids, long stays, short stays, talkative/friendly campers and loners — It’s always interesting (to me) to see this wonderful assortment of folks who mostly get along with each other without interference from outside.

This should be a warm and dry weekend — but we have rain in the forecast for next weekend’s holiday and we’ve seen a couple cancellations already in the tent sites.  Who wants to go camping and stay wet all weekend long.  Next weekend is also when Katy is supposed to arrive for a short visit — but she found that a good friend is moving from Milwaukee to N.O. LA that weekend so seeing as she can see us a lot more often than she can see her friend who’s moving out of the area we may only have an abbreviated visit.  Which is fine.  She has friends her own age and that’s a good thing.

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Last evening whilst taking our evening walk I noticed a wobbly sign.  I’m sure it’s a change — the sign wasn’t tipping over and wasn’t loose in it’s hole before — someone backed into it.  The only reason I comment is that it’s amazing to me that even when there aren’t all that many people in the campground it’s still possible for things to happen — for damage to be done — and not have us be aware of it at the time.  Sure — we notice it after the fact and we can insure that the sign gets re-seated and fixed, but how/why would something like that happen — and we are only 100’ from the sign (although not in a sight-line).  And the park hasn’t been all that busy either.  It’s not something that would cause much noise; a good whack with a bumper is all it would take,  But why someone would be back up there is beyond me.  It’s a large Y turn.  OH well, not my circus and not my monkeys.

Thanks for stopping by and I’ll be here tomorrow to chat.

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In Search Of…

Wednesday wasn’t a day off but we spent a little while taking care of personal business in between CORPS chores.  After talking with our boss, we found a dentist nearby whom we’ll contact about working on my cracked molar.  And, Phil had told us about a local grocery that was having a “Truckload Meat Sale” — seeing as it was only 8 miles away we bopped over there for a quick check and found a couple not-exactly-bargains, but worth spending a little money on.  I say not exactly a bargain because the meat for sale wasn’t prime, or choice — it was one step above utility grade.  You get what you pay for in this world and there really aren’t bargains anymore….. Those TV’s you see on Black Friday promotions are usually special low-cost productions that lack the niceties of normal stock and that old addage “If it’s too good to be true, it usually is,” still applies.

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On the other hand I finally got my air filter sorted.  That fastener that came out has been replaced, a new filter is installed, and the air restriction guage is reset.

As long as the replaement fasteners came with both parts of the fastener — the bolt and the nut — I had not investigated whether the nut had disappeared before ordering the bolts.  As long as the filter was tight in the canister I didn’t want to pull it out prematurely and risk getting anything into the engine by having the filter out of the canister for longer than necessary.  With forest critters and such it’s possible we could have gotten something up in there.  So, when I took the canister out to install the replacement I was happy to see that the retainer nut was still in place.  That means that it was just a case of the fastener working loose.  So, with everything put back into place I’m happy as a clam;  but why people say ‘happy as a clam’ I have no idea.

We are seeing a little more activity in the campground mid-week now.  The rangers are showing up more often — not a lot, but a little.  They are updating their signs, finally. And we have been having  about 2 walk-ins per night in addition to our reservations.  The walk-ins all need to be told about the change in reservation window — so we have reason to chat them all up and lately it’s been true that our walk-in’s have been a bunch of Chatty-Kathy’s !!!!!  But — we’re having a good time. And meeting some really intersting folks.

Thanks for stopping by,  it was a quiet day, so I’ll stop here.  But I’ll be back tomorrow to chat.

 

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