For anyone who is wondering…living in a Motorhome does not easily come second nature.   I still have difficulties remembering all the little things that must be done to live in our box on wheels.  No running the faucets longer than absolutely necessary, clean sink screens daily, dump all non-water liquids outside, keep filters vacuumed weekly and floors vacuumed daily, wipe dogs paws each time they come in if it is wet out.  On and on and on…the length of time it takes to clean up after letting them pile up can substantially eat into your adventure days.

First thing this morning we had breakfast at Matties.  To-die-for crab omelet and plenty to take home for tomorrow’s breakfast.  The owner is a retired drag race car driver and her husband is a plane enthusiast who owns several planes.  They are friends of dad and Cathy’s and joked around throwing coffee creamers between dad and each other, over the heads of a packed restaurant.  Some people never grow up…my 86 year old dad is one of them.

Dad and I did the treasure hunting thing again this morning at Brookings Harbor.  The pups ran on the beach with John while dad and I hunted around the picnic tables and the sand parking lot.  So many people stopped to ask if I were rich yet, what did I find, how long have I been doing this, is it hard, how much is the equipment…I didn’t do much hunting, mostly chatting and answering questions.  Still it was fun, got some fresh air and exercise walking along the beach and met lots of interesting people…oh, and found another penny!

Took the pups to the local dog bath house while John and I cleaned the LilyPad top to bottom.   We leave tomorrow to have the roof fixed and Ribbit has all sorts of dummy lights going off and on again.  Most of the time “adventure” does mean something fun.