The journey of 1,000 miles begins with a single step...

The journey of 100 yards begins with... folding up and putting away the e-bikes, same with the patio chairs, and the patio mat, pulling in the slides (press of a button), raising the jacks (another button), putting down everything loose inside the motorhome.  Then, driving about 2 miles to dump our holding tanks before coming back to the same general area and setting up camp again.

Huh?

We are really enjoying the laid back pace here; decided to spend a couple extra nights.  We were able to get our same site for one of those nights, but had to move to a different site (3 sites down) for tonight.  Not really a big deal - we needed to go dump holding tanks anyway.  It has been about a week; typical for our black tank usage, a bit long for the gray (shower and sink) tank.  We have cleaned up every day, but have been conservative with our water usage while here... not because of fresh water, rather the black and gray holding tanks.

On the way to the dump site, we got to take in the sight that Joan said would make her stay here complete: seeing a tug and barges go through the lock.  A few minutes at the sewer dump site, then back to our new digs...

Still a nice view of the water...

All set up, we took long, leisurely showers and let Izzy check out her new surroundings...

Do you see her there in the tall grass?  This is her "Wild Cat of the Savannah" pose.  ;-)

It is under 1,000 miles to home; we have made some reservations along the way to be sure we will have a place.  We aren't "on a mission" to get there ASAP - we'll take our time along the way.  Yesterday, we stocked up on groceries.  Today, we (Joan - I was there for immoral support) did laundry, had a leisurely lunch that also stocked up our fridge (Olive Garden: Buy One, Take One) for easy on-the-road meals, and ran the Honda through the car wash (the site we were in this past week had some kind of shedding tree over the CR-V).

Back to the motorhome, Izzy was anxious for another walk.  She is generally indifferent to comments, but a guy a couple sites up from us walked by and said, "Oh, I thought that you were walking a raccoon."

"Nope, a sweet cat," I replied.

"Kinda fat, huh?" he said.

"I know you aren't talking about my sleek feline, and you better not be talking about me!"

"Um, no... um, it looks like her belly hangs low."

"That is fur - there's an 8 pound cat under all that fur."

Izzy's response...

Then she said, "He's a dipshit."  I don't encourage that kind of language from her, but it was a pretty astute observation.  ;-)

We continued our walk, then sat outside for a while.  Yep, we definitely like this place.

Since we're leaving in the morning, we didn't "spread out" with our stuff.