Squeeezing the last bits of joy out of JPP

Buster meets and greets a friend. The French Canadian obligingly stopped for his picture. Buster was a gentleman even without his leash.

The campground manager, John, has stopped by a couple of times to chat. Today he stopped to laugh with me about the the camper's curse: accumulation during the season and what to do with the shi..Stuff! I resettled some pop and liquor among the employees. John told me of a Quebecois whom I had noticed working but did not know at what. Turns out he makes custom pens of exotic wood and moose antlers. John gave me an ingenious key ring he had been given and I hot-footed it down to meet Marc and indulge my pen fetish. I love pens and pencils. I have a great collection. John said this might well be Marc's "last season" as his wife has to do all the driving now and she is getting wary of the responsibility.

That would be a shame because he truly enjoys the sunshine and has his rig ingeniously outfitted with his lathe, and tools. He is completely with it but the body is not obliging.

Did do some packing and poking way. Washed the outdoor rugs, waterproofed the small awnings, polished a little-touch up. After divesting myself of unneeded stuff, I walked up the road to the dumpster where a Nakamura bicycle -21 speed, with a little rust, but in great shape otherwise, was waiting for the first taker. That would be mois. I'll see if Lori and Jason want custody of the bikes for the off season.

My first-born had a contretemps in the line of duty and has a broken tibia- serious stuff. I may be heading to Oregon sooner than I think. He says everything is under control- but he fibs about that stuff sometimes.