Saturday, September 16

One day left.. that's not right!

Finally the dark clouds gave way and the sun shined on our little party of two.
Unfortunately we're booked into this luxurious joint for only one more day and then we need to vamoose on monday. Oh rats and mice! I could get used to this kind of livin'. Easy..peaceful.. no newspapers nor television or news reports or politics nor the daily death reports both near and far. (Like everyone else over a certain age, I too get easily "I.V'd" on reading newspapers and listening to all the "Oh so interesting" crappola on the tube. Maybe when I get back into our normal city routine I will do something about that. I mean, really.. which lifestyle is the healthier?)
In any case, all this wilderness withdrawal from the worlds "noise machines" sure beats choosing to remain hooked up to them.

Patti and I did some serious boating today now the sky has stopped spitting at us.
When we first got here last week, our arms became really sore after only about 20 minutes of paddling around. Now it's barely even noticeable after 2 hours of paddling. Interesting how the muscles adapt through use.

We decided to take a little break out in the middle.


ok.. enough for one day. Tomorrow is clean-up day.. sweep the floors, wash the bedding, get in more fire wood... get the place all spiffied up for the next guests coming in next week.
Our last journal entry will be tomorrow night before we head out for our return journey back to Washington.

Basic Training

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