Nomad exploring life wherever I am
For the last year and a half, the screen and shade combination in my Alto’s big front window (BFW) has been broken. I made a series of cloth covers for nighttime, held in place by velcro, finally settling on a two-sided, double-thick quilt-type cover (thanks, Peg, for sewing the binding and velcro on that beast). Finally, this summer, when I got to Quebec and the Safari Condo factory, I would pickup an actual new screen/shade for it, and for the other three windows.
When the sign gives you these directional choices, what else can you do but take the left and go to Canada? So I put on my left-turn blinker and Luna, Breeze, and I made a run for the border.
Years ago, when my dad came up to Seattle one time, we visited the ship lock at Ballard and he was fascinated by it. Even though it was hot and he was old, he stood there for almost an hour watching them load up the lock and then lower or raise the various craft. I was kind of done after the first few rounds, but not him. Now, though, I get it. I could have watched ships go through the Eisenhower Lock all day, every day, for the five days I was camping at Robert Moses State Park. Oh, wait,…