A Slight Change Of Plans

Fulltime RVers like to say that their plans are written in jello. Having the freedom to change directions at the drop of a hat is one of the greatest benefits to the RV lifestyle.

We have stirred up our own jello calendar and made some changes to our schedule. Our month in Tucson ends next week, and we had reservations at the Thousand Trails preserve in Camp Verde, Arizona next. But we decided that we wanted to spend some extra time with Terry’s parents in Apache Junction instead.

Besides, my buddy Ed Allard had invited us to come by the RV park where he and wife Alice are staying in Apache Junction, and promised to grill some hamburgers. As I recall, Ed cooks up a pretty darned good burger, so who can pass that up?

So after dropping everything off at the mail service yesterday morning, we checked out some RV parks near their home, and made reservations for two weeks at a park just a couple of blocks away. We had one of those small world syndrome events, because I discovered that the park managers are Kay and Leo Kopas, former vendors from the RV rally circuit that we have crossed paths with several times over the years.

With all of that out of the way, we spent the rest of the day and the evening with Terry’s Mom and Dad, and her son Shawn came by for a visit too. Bess whipped up some great tasting tacos, we had a good time, and even took some photos to commemorate the occasion. Of course, all good things must come to an end, and it was after 9 p.m. before we hit the road back to Tucson.

My night vision is terrible, so Miss Terry drove home, and it was almost 11 by the time we got back to the bus. But we still had work to do before we could even think about bed. I had two blogs to write and post, a couple dozen e-mails to answer, and an order or two to deal with. We finally got ready for bed about 1:30 a.m.

Before I close this bog out, I need to address a couple of things before I forget. At our Gypsy Gathering rally in Ohio last September, one of the attendees loaned me a neat book called Life in the Slow Lane, about traveling Ohio’s back roads. I managed to lose the name of the fellow who loaned me the book, and I want to get it back to him. If you’re reading this, please send me a quick e-mail with your mailing address.

Also, right after our rally ended in Casa Grande last month, another rally attendee sent me an e-mail inviting me to go target shooting with him. I promptly goofed and deleted the message before sending a reply. Then I could not find his e-mail address. Jim, if you’re out there, my apologies. We just had too much going on, and I spaced it out. Hopefully we can get together and burn up some ammunition next time we meet up.

Thought For The Day – Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible, and achieves the impossible.