The marina and restaurant look much the same as eight years ago. While we did not eat there this trip, we did take a photo along the docks in the same place as eight years ago. We'll have to compare them when we get home. My hair will be longer and I will weigh a little more. Jim will look much the same-at least I think so, but then I am very biased.
At the time neither of us knew where four meals in restaurants over the prior three weeks would lead us. But that was all we had during the time Jim was visiting from Arizona. The waiter spilled orange juice all over the table on that day-his first day on the job so we strove to reassure him we were fine. We spent our usual couple of hours talking about so many things we had discovered we found mutually interesting. I still envision his wave from the car as we parted ways going up I-5 afterward in our respective cars. We would not see each other again for seven months, only getting to know each other via emails we shared between us. Funny how coming back to our roots together brings back these memories.
The coach got new rear brakes and a tune-up between 7 a.m. and 8 p.m. (Yes, we hung out that long with three meals out-two fast food burgers that surely helped my weight gain program!) Snoopy handled the day in the car like a trooper. We will hit the road in great shape on Saturday, confident that the coach received a good checkout and came out the other side with only a couple of small leaks (repaired with new gaskets) and new rear breaks for the "mere cost" of just over twelve hundred, but happily much less than it could have been with nothing else seriously wrong after our summer of driving.
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