The sweet smell of sewage.

The sewage smell is gone.   The problem is solved. No longer do we have to fear filling the tanks of the Earth module with sewage we cannot dump.  The big truck rolled in from somewhere and pumped out the septic tank.  Now our own little brick outhouse is functioning again, and life is good.  To celebrate we headed to Ma's for lunch.  Ma's serves a hamburger for six dollars that equals about five of McDonalds  kangaroo meat sandwiches.  Of course you get a generous serving of fries.  Ma's does not look like much of a place. Dark and decorated in fifties style it is like going into the past.  However, no one leaves hungry. No matter what you order they give you plenty. 

On the way to eat we saw a green vehicle pulling a Casita.   Of course we thought of Ed.  So Cissie called Ed to see if indeed by chance it might be him.  Long ago and far away during our early adventures we met Ed a retired pilot who has spent more days living in a Casita than Trump should spend in jail.  For many winters Ed was on the southern border protecting us from caravans of immigrants.  Since Ed moved farther north Trump now has to build a wall.  According to Ed he reads this nonsense.  So Ed it was great to hear from you today and we hope all is well with you.  You sounded great on the phone.

Ed was one of the first RV people we became long time friends with.  Now , perhaps fifteen or twenty years later we have made so many good friends.  The nice thing about this life style living like gypsies is we keep bumping into old friends who tell us about other old friends.  Recently we introduced Darch to some RV buddies.  Darch just bought a trimaran, similar to our friends. They got together and exchanged tips.  There is a good chance Darch and our other friends will be here at Lake Roosevelt at the same time.  The weather is getting a little warmer and people are starting to show up.