* Sits back again at his favorite cigar bar and lights up another Perdomo - Lot 23*
Been a little while since my last post covering the massive potluck festivities held in Winthrop, WA at the Silverline Resort. I find that I usually don't get a whole lot of free time to post at home during the work week (Usually because I'm too brain dead to do much other than read and reply to a few forum posts, eat dinner, shower and pass out in bed), not to mention that HughesNet
shared amongst roughly twenty different RVs is the best option if one wants to upload a large number of pictures in a realistic amount of time.....
So, I usually have to save up my efforts for the weekend when I have the spare cash to pack up my laptop, cigar kit and hoof it across town to Greater Trumps
so I can do my blogging work.
When I left off, I had just finished gorging myself on more food than was wise and was enjoying the same cigar that I am now in the "Smoker's Tent" while watching alot of folks old enough to be my aunts and uncles get silly-faced drunk around a campfire so large we could have used it as a signal flare to land aircraft on the lake.
Somewhere around midnight, perhaps later, we finally dispersed and retired to our individual campers for the evening. I had had planned to go and make use of the rather lovely looking shower facilities at the park, but wound up using my onboard shower instead due to the lateness of the hour, I hoped to actually get moving soon enough the following morning to follow the caravan (In hindsight, I should have just gone and used the showers, one day I'll learn that no matter how early I get up, I will always miss my "planned" departure time... )
Alarm Clocks and I will never be friends, I find. Set the alarm for 7 o'clock, slept clean through it (I think it went off, to this day, I'm not positive it ever did) and woke up around 8:10.
Much scurrying occurred as I tried to read the camper for departure and make one of my traveling breakfasts, two raisin english muffin sandwiches with black forest ham lunchmeat and cheddar cheese melted in the middle.
As I was outside disconnecting the water, retracting the awning, raising the jacks, etc... Peter walked by and told me not to worry, the caravan wasn't departing till 10am.
I'm guessing 10am really means 9:40am in Canadian time, because I wound up being the last man out as I had to dump my rather full holding tanks before I left (Something I was glad I did given what wound up happening when I finally got to Leavenworth.)
So, one again, I had the road to myself as I resume the Fall Colors journey through Washington's middle.
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Continued in Detail here: The Journey of the Redneck Express - NW Fall Colors Rally - Day 4, The Road to Leavenworth