Day 8- Canyonville, OR

 

Everybody was just a little draggy this morning; even Don arose about an hour later than usual. Seems as though yesterday's festivities took a toll on these old bodies. At least I got up before Geri, though that's not saying much. Don took me out for a very pleasant walk, not too long, not too short. Then they took the truck down to the Creekside Restaurant, near the entrance to the RV Park, to meet a bunch of the Yokums for breakfast. They returned a little before noon, and reported that they had a splendid time with their breakfast group, particularly enjoying some stories from Carl, Brenda's husband.

The remainder of the day was pretty much a dud, a little busywork around the rig, some computer maintenance, and a lot of napping for me. Dinner didn't happen hardly at all, as they had apparently stuffed themselves at breakfast; I got a couple of leftover containers to lick, hardly worth mentioning. When Don asked me what I wanted to put in the blog today, my first response was “Fuggidaboutit!” But I realized that we had to post something, so we put this together.

Hope tomorrow is more interesting. Have a good evening.

 

Breakfast at Creekside