I promised to explain our cable issue. Unlike every other RV park where we have stayed over the years, cable here is now available only with a box of stuff we have to check out from the office. It is not the idea of the owners of the park; it is the idea of the cable company. We, to put it mildly, had no idea what to do. So the very helpful office person--Rachel--came over and attempted to get it working for us. She tried two different sets of boxes of wires, etc. before it was time for her to get off work and go home. It looked like this.
She came back the next morning with a third set which she had tried out in her office first. No luck. She called the cable company. We thought, why in the heck are we even concerned--if we can just use the antenna and get some sort of TV (we wanted to see the debates tonight), we don't even have cable at home. So we thanked Rachel for her troubles and decided it was just our curse. TV comes in just fine--we could have even watched "Perry Mason" if there weren't more interesting things to do in town!
This rare 1941 Chevrolet was parked right in front of the thrift shop when we got back from a visit to Joann's fabric store and a pastry shop. Very cool.
Another stop at a quilt store after lunch, and while I was there, Cary went over to investigate this poor car from the Great Race...
They were supposed to be having lunch in Crescent City by now, maybe even be on their way to Bend, Oregon...I don't think she will make it.
This was my view out our back window as I sat and read until time to think about supper. It is very foggy now. Not sure of the plans for tomorrow.
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