Only 50 To Go!

Our Memorial Day Weekend turned out to be a very quiet one. Friday afternoon Roger put his KOA work clothes on and pitched in to help get the newly remodeled men's restroom open for the weekend. I found him on his hands & knees doing the last cleaning on the new tile floor. They still have to get new baseboard installed, but at least it is completely operational for the holiday weekend.

Saturday morning Roger worked on the pool gate closure, while I did laundry. I truly took the day off, as I didn't even put on a yellow shirt! Got a nap too - course then I wasn't sleepy come bed time!

Cooked up a batch of chicken & dumplings for supper and Roger & I 'frogged our sides'. I always take advantage of 'staying put' for a day or two so I can break out the crock pot and let something simmer all day.

Sunday afternoon we took advantage of a quiet spell at the campground and did some consulting work with the franchisees. It's often very hard to find time to do this when it is a small campground and the folks are doing most of the work themselves. Took a break and then joined the staff for a true Italian meal in the pavilion. I baked up a batch of banana bread - for no self-respecting 'southern' girl ever goes to someone's house without taking some kind of food! One of their work kampers is a retired New York City policeman who also happens to be Italian. Sundays are 'pasta days' and he cooked up a pot of sauce big enough to feed 50! There were only 8 of us, but we put a dent in it. He also fixed a pan of Eggplant Parmesan (Lori, eat your heart out)and although it was the first time we have ever eaten it - it was wonderful! During supper he regaled us with stories of his childhood in the Bronx - and the hazards of growing up within an extended family of Italian New York policemen. Roger made the mistake of saying something about him living in New York City - and was quickly corrected! He lived on Long Island - NOT New York City. He just worked there! To an Okie - that whole area is New York City - but not to a native New Yorker!

Monday found us traveling south about 40 miles to the Saco/Old Orchard Beach KOA, which is south of Portland, Maine (almost to the Maine/New Hampshire border). This is definitely one of our favorite parks. We love the rustic atmosphere, camping among the tall pine trees. It was here we did the first of our 51 reviews. It went very well, and it got me back in the routine of the paperwork.

Upon our arrival, we discovered that we definitely have a black water holding tank leak. It is a 'flash back' from our first year on the road. You never forget that distinctive odor. Only this time the tank is 'enclosed' in the body of the trailer and we can't get to it to even wash it down. Plan to stop in at an RV dealer here and see if they can order one so we can come back this way on our way to Nova Scotia to get it installed. We have suspected it, but evidently we hit one stretch of bumpy road too many, and now there is no doubt.

Roger is suffering a full-blown case of gout in his right big toe, which made walking the campground painful. He hung in there and we have the first one behind us. Had a quiet afternoon while I did paperwork; he's been resting with his foot up - and I have been popping the celery seed and Motrin down him.

So one down and fifty to go! (Not to mention three more new owner visits)