So I did. Or at least I tried. Just to see what's going on, I drove up to the big doors. Maybe I can get inside and take some pictures. Wasn't I surprised to find a couple of Sheriff's vehicles parked outside. I guess I'm not going in after all!! I turned around and beat a hasty retreat. That's when I saw the sign. Maybe it was here before, I just don't remember seeing it. I'm not even sure it has anything to do with the hangar.
The big sign out on the highway is still intact, along with the jet-on-a-stick. There is no indication at all they are out of business. With nothing else on my agenda, I decided to do a little geocaching. You find the most interesting places with this pastime.
On the way out, before the jet, is a small narrow road to the right. It turns to gravel after passing a couple of houses and ends up in a large parking lot surrounded by bushes. Turns out it's a small boat ramp on this little river running through the valley. You would never guess this was here. Another perfectly quiet, tranquil spot for a picnic, or maybe a little kayaking.
Yesterday I was expecting company, so I spiffed up the rig a little, discovering that my expensive Dyson vacuum is just too frustrating to use any more. When I get back to Tucson, I'll take it in for repairs. In the meantime, I picked up as best I could because Betty Graffis would arrive just before lunch. With all that cleaning going on, Jonathan decided HE needed to clean up too. He dips his head all the way in the water, then flings it around splashing wet stuff everywhere.
You can't really see, but his head is VERY wet!! Silly bird. The good news is he's never done this when I've been on the road. It's a good sign he's relaxed ... at least for now. He turned out to be a very Pretty Boy for Betty.
The second she was in the door, Jessie and Cooper took over. When Betty took her jacket off, Jessie promptly plopped herself on top of it. That's unusual in itself, but then she rolled over so Betty could rub her tummy. They got along just fabulously, meaning Jessie never once growled. It's a miracle. I think the only other person she doesn't growl for is Miss Patty.
We had a great visit, talking about everything that has happened to us in the last year, including the passing of her dear husband Joe. They used to come to this park for his Horseshoe tournaments. In the dictionary under the word Wonderful, is a picture of Betty and Joe. I hope on my way back, we'll be able to get together again.
Now for the challenge of the day ... get the local channels on my DishNetwork to work so I could watch the All-Star Game. First off, they really need to train the first contacts better. I'm no whiz at this stuff, yet I'm always telling THEM what they need to do to fix MY problem. When they just can't figure it out, I ask for a Supervisor. That of course takes at least 14 minutes on hold.
This time, they wanted to transfer me to the "RV/Mobile" department, where I started all over again with the explanation of "please just change my local channels". After being on the phone for 58 minutes, which included ten minutes of rebooting the system, I was able to watch the game, although they were already 30 minutes in.
It was fun to watch the best of the best, but since it doesn't determine who gets home field advantage for the World Series any more, the guys didn't seem to be very serious about the game. On the other hand, they DID seem to be having a VERY GOOD TIME!!!
First stop today ... Fred Meyers. I require a cordless vacuum cleaner!! How exciting is THAT???