Packing is a real b#*&! You know what I mean? Whether it’s clothes or food, we never know what or how much to bring.
The new quad is bigger than the pickup bed, but my man figured out how to get it and the bicycles in…Then we’re hooked up and hit the road.
December 29…From the Rolling Hills Casino to Bakersfield…accident on the road…
Darn freebie licorice from Bi-Mart all over everywhere…still finding them…LOL
December 30…From Bakersfield to Yuma…a chunk of metal flew off a truck passing us…went under the RV…found our dump line from the tanks got sheared off. Norman has something to do right off the bat, which in our neighborhood usually involves all the neighbor men.
January 1…First party of the year…Bloody Mary’s early in the morning at Peggy n Bill’s place. You would think it was a Rose Bowl Party for all the shirts that arrived…well, there were two that showed up in Beaver attire. Hee-hee, they got quite a ribbing…
We yelled…hollered…blew our Duck calls…to no avail…ultimately we sighed……… 
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