Seven days after leaving Colton’s in Niagara Falls we pulled into Siesta RV Park booked for 3 three nights. I cannot remember traveling every day for that long without taking at least a night break. It felt good to be able to stop. Even better we had an invitation for Shabbat dinner with Leora and Stuart. This is always a highlight for us. Singing, eating and fine conversation until late in the evening.

One topic was books we had recently read. Carol and I reported that as we pulled into Monahans Sandhills State Park we had just finished listening to “A Man Called Ove” and I was driving with tears streaming down my face as the book concluded. It so happened that the movie was playing at the local art house Fountain Theater just down the street from the campground. We agreed to meet there before the movie and have coffee together after the movie. The movie lives up to the book with a couple of subplots omitted (necessary to fit it into 2 hours. By the end everyone was in tears. This is NOT a sad film, the tears are more of joy for a wonderful end. I think that having “read” the book first made the subtitles easier for me then usual, I knew what they were saying since it was so true to the book.

We have been puttering about the coach trying to reorganize our storage since we were in such a hurry to get out of the Buffalo area last week. It is amazing how much space we have. Of course I left behind at least a dozen T shirts which opened up an entire drawer. I fear I will be replacing some of them soon as I shorted myself in the process. That remains to be seen. I finally got the solar charger outputs modified to meet the needs of the new AGM batteries. I called tech support only to find I had not read the fine manual and I just need to depress a button for a 4 count to enter the next menu level. And so goes my process of refamiliarizing myself with all the quirks of this motorhome.

It seems we have been getting to a fair number of films recently, even two in theaters. Carol really loves films and I enjoy many myself, but not with Carol’s avidity. I suspect we will be rather limited in movie theater outings with the nearest theater 14 miles away over twisty route 79. Driving back late at night is not our favorite thing.

Monday, tomorrow as I write, we will roll out on I 10 West until we reach Gila Bend then on to Jojoba Hills.