They say things, both bad and good, happen in three’s. I temporarily muscled my awning arms such that the awning works until I can replace them. I reworked my satellite dish so now I can get programming and my shore-line allows power to run the air conditioners. All this, due to an unexpected and quick storm, that wreaked havoc on the rig. Getting these three mishaps in order, I did not want to attempt fate on Friday, the 13th. I planned on just puttering and taking care of errands with a possible motorcycle ride fit in there sometime. I pedaled into town for some morning exercise, making a bank deposit, checking on my new business cards at the printers, and then to the People’s Barber Shop for a sartorial trim.
The sweltering heat has dismissed itself and the weather now more kind to the senses. Pedaling back to the campground was more of a pleasant roadtrip as opposed to and exercise stint, and still it was only a bit after noon when I returned to the rig. A short roadtrip on the Goldwing was now in order. I decided I’d travel southwest to the Bentonville Battleground, the last battle of the Civil War and the biggest skirmish ever in the state of North Carolina.There will be more on this trip tomorrow.
I was pleasantly surprised upon my return home to see our daughter, Erin, pull up to our site. She was going to spend the night as the trip back to Raleigh didn’t need to be made until morning. We decided to treat ourselves to dinner at Texas Steakhouse and some great campfire conversation.