A Change of Pace

Sunday, March 20

Some days we travel over 200 miles from one campsite to another driving from town to town or state to state. Today we drove that distance to Peoria, AZ and back to watch the Seattle Mariners beat the San Diego Padres 4-1. Thus, the journey was not for naught. Woo-hoo – eat your heart out, brother Skip!  (He and I have a friendly little rivalry going since the Padres are his team.)

The game was well into the third inning when we arrived, but our tickets were waiting at Will Call, so we had seats waiting for us. We might have arrived earlier, except our GPS, “Miss Nuvi,” chose a round-about, through-town route for us to follow. It's always nice to have “someone” else to blame, even if it is an inanimate object such as a satellite in the sky.

Sweet Tomatoes has become our restaurant of choice for healthy salads and gluten free options. We found one just one mile from the Peoria Stadium and fueled up before the long drive back to camp. Trays and plates in hand, ready to begin grazing the salad bar, a young male employee wheeled a cart filled with open-lidded five-gallon buckets of ades and refreshing drinks through the nearby service door. Trying to make way for us, the bucket of lemonade fell from the cart and flooded the floor of the entry with sticky, clear liquid. Guess who got a sticky shower from the knees down? Yes, that's right. It was us. He was so embarrassed and we were very forgiving. Well, to a point. I did ask for free drinks since we were wearing and slogging in the icky, sticky stuff. And they gladly obliged (actually I think the cashier and other employees were relieved we were not angry, demanding a heavier restitution).

I drove home, and here I sit updating the blog before hitting the hay. Tomorrow will again be an “admin” day. We'll do laundry, bookkeeping, make a few minor repairs, and so forth. A lazier day than the today and yesterday.

Until next time,

Pam