Dick found out the hard way when he forgot to remove his wallet from his jeans before putting them in the dirty clothes pile. I opened the washer door to remove the permanent press items, and out popped a photo of g/dtr #2, followed by photo of g/dtr #1, then a black wallet. And some wadded up paper. Not a good sign, especially when the following items were missing:
…his driver’s license (who’s gonna drive the rig to NH, then to GA? Not me!)
…his Golden Eagle Senior Pass (he can live without that for now)
…his pilot’s license (doesn’t need that one any time soon)
So, what to do? Where are these hard plastic items??? They are not caught in the rubber gasket. Surely they did not fall down that itty bitty space between the drum and the gasket? Yep. That’s exactly what happened. They spun, hit the door, then fell.
It took a flashlight, a bent coat hangar, my assistance with my jewelry tweezers, and MANY tries to fish all 8 (yes, there were 8 missing cards found, not 3) up and out of their hiding place. Maybe MM learned a good lesson, bless his heart.
At least the drizzle ended for a few hours yesterday, then began again about the time we arrived at the Elk’s Lodge in Spokane. Bill and JeanAnn Miller are members, so they got to sponsor us and Paul/Betsy Hughes as guests for the evening. Who knew you could camp for cheap at an Elk’s Lodge??? And get an inexpensive meal, plus entertainment. Sign us up!
So this morning we say farewell to our friends and will be on the road again. I'm not sure where we’ll end up, but it will be a good adventure I am sure. And we will enter Mountain Time. That sounds good to me!
Come along for the ride…