Deserted
Season 52 restaurant in Boca got us back this evening as Lori wanted Eve to have the experience. Jason let me buy for a change. I had found "Mr. Roberts Chocolates" in Boca so I got the ladies a pound apiece and a CD of the pictures of the sunset cruise and some little sundries in the chocolatier's gift bags. Make it festive once in awhile.
I had read friend Sue's Blog from Wyoming last night. She and her 75 year-old friend, Norma, who also has a husband with galloping Alzheimer's decided they needed a break down south at Norma's brother's place in Scottsdale, AZ. I got a call last night and Sue said, "Guess where I am?" I said, "Someplace south." She said, "Right, we are in Rawlins." (120 miles south of where she lives) One of the biggest blizzards of the year shut down I-80 eastbound. A truck burned so hot it melted the road. Twenty five cars were in wrecks. So they holed up in a motel. I checked my travel websites this morning and routed them west to Salt Lake and Sue called tonight. They had a good trip. They should be fine from here on down.
Meanwhile, back at the campground, I am starting to feel like I am back on the reservation. Two thirds of the spaces are empty- folks are clearing out for cooler places up north and it is getting toasty here. My maintenance work continues apace but I got too hot today. I started early so I can pace myself. Emails about a contemporary who passed away came today. Nancy was a brilliant scientist.
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