We both woke up feeling much better. Kelly's cough is totally gone & I'm sure the medicine she brought home for me Friday was a big help. This short head cold was not as bad as the one I had this past summer when I got back from the Stratford Hospital. That one lasted nearly a week.
It was a cold rain drenched morning that saw us on the road heading over to Mitchell to see Uncle Harry. He was doing pretty good but said it was going to feel like a long winter with us gone. He is really going to miss the Pheebs. Assured him we would return in the Spring & he was to stay out of trouble until we got back:))
We normally leave before the crack of dawn, but not so this time. We only have to go as far as Spencerport NY which is just west of Rochester. Probably a 5 or 6 hour drive so no rush. The time always depends on how things go at the border. We are not under the illusion that things are always wonderfully tutti frutti at the border. To date, we have been ‘pink slipped’ for 3 separate agriculture checks. Not nice!! Learned our lesson after the first time though. We do not take any meats, fruits, or veggies of any kind. And, you better make sure your pet food is made in the States & that it is not open. It is an ever changing gray area as to what can be taken across the border & what cannot. My advice to folks is not to chance it. First time at the Lewiston/Queenston crossing we had some oranges in a bowl sitting on the dinette table & that was enough to land us in the border’s computer files as ‘food smugglers’. We were ‘pink slipped’ & pulled over both following years in a row at the Port Huron crossing. An agriculture check will probably cost you about an hour & you won’t be allowed inside your rig for most of it……….
I don't think the day could have been any yukkier for loading all the last minute things into the Motorhome. Just poured down a cold rain all afternoon. So much to do & no good weather to do it all in!! We are both in the process of getting over being sick & the idea of getting ourselves cold & wet was not a good idea. No choice, we had to get the rig loaded & Jeep hooked on anyway. For all we know, it could be raining harder tomorrow.
GETTING THINGS HOOKED UP
It is hard to believe we will once again be on the road. After sitting around waiting to go for over 6 months I almost have to give my head a shake & my arm a pinch, just to to see if this is all real. I always get a little nervously apprehensive each year just before we go & the only way to deal with that nervous apprehension is to just get in the rig & head it on down the road. It clears up right away. Checking the rear view mirror I can see our Bayfield lifestyle slipping away behind us. Looking out the windshield I can feel our South-west RVing lifestyle gently taking the reins & oh how I look forward to that change every year at this time. I can see the mountains, the plains & the deserts. Starry nights with fiery sunrises & sunsets. Big blue skies, endless winding roads, tall Saguaros & rocky canyons. Desert campfires & lonely howls of distant Coyotes. Just so much to see, & so little time left to see it all. Oh how I wish we could have started this lifestyle 20 or 30 years ago. But, not to worry, we're doing it now & that's all that matters:))
Now, there may be a post Sunday night or maybe not. Sunday will be the day we switch everything over to the mobile side of life. Have to activate our Verizon account & set up the hardware in the rig. I'll also switch over to my lap top’s Live Writer. One never knows where the little techno bugs are lurking after being dormant for over 6 months. Kelly's good at figuring out any problems. I'm good at figuring out how to get the lid of my peanut butter jar. See ya down the road:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
READY TO ROLL OUT IN THE MORNING
GROANER'S CORNER:(( A priest wanted to raise money for his church, and being told that there was a future in horse racing, he decided to purchase a horse and enter him in the races. However, at the local auction, the going price for a horse was so steep that he ended up buying a donkey instead. He figured that since he had it, he might just as well enter it in the race. To his surprise, the Donkey came in third. The next day, the racing sheet carried this headline: "PRIEST'S ASS SHOWS". The priest was pleased with the donkey and entered it in the races again. This time it won. The paper read: "PRIEST'S ASS OUT FRONT". The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the priest not to enter the donkey in anymore races. The newspapers read:"BISHOP SCRATCHES PRIEST'S ASS". This was just too much for the Bishop and he ordered the priest to get rid of the donkey. The priest gave the donkey to a nun at a nearby convent and the headlines read: "NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN". The Bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to dispose of the donkey. She sold it to a farmer for $10.00. The paper stated: "NUN PEDDLES ASS FOR TEN BUCKS". They buried the Bishop the next day.............
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