The first of April. The migration to northern climes has begun. I don't get it. North Dakota is flooded. Minnesota is still covered in snow. Don't get me started on Canada, eh? Even western Washington got a dusting of snow today. I'll be here until summer actually arrives in the northwest - or on my way, following the sun north.
I keep myself (and Dave) busy fixing little things on the RV. The worst item was the sewer pipe that had come disconnected from the holding tank. It's a good friend that will help you fix something like that, and Dave was right in there with me. The longest lasting problem will be the odor of cigarette smoke that permeates the coach. I've borrowed a carpet cleaner from another park resident and cleaned the carpet twice. The big bottle of Fabreze will run out sometime. I am open to suggestions - anything short of ripping out the upholstery and carpet.
We did take a break for a ride today. Our usual Wednesday ride to lunch, just over 180 miles. It was a blustery day and the wind made the ride just a bit less enjoyable than normal. We were a group of only three today. There have been as many as eleven on our Wednesday rides.
Time for a soak in the hot tub. They will turn off the heat in May, so we had better enjoy it while we can.