Curses! Foiled Again!

So Pam says "We have to start home Sunday."

"Can't be time yet" says I,  "look at all the vitamins that are left," shaking the bottle for effect.

Then she says "On our last few trips, I've noticed that for some reason your vitamins have not been a good indicator, so this time, since you eat oats for breakfast every day, I counted out the packets of Quaker Oats, and there's only one day left."  She also said she noticed when we left home that I packed two months worth of deodorant, and I was now out.  Not going to ask how she knows that.

Next, I tried the financial defense.  "But it will cost us more to drive home, than it would to stay here another month."   She pointed out that situation would never change, and only get worse as the price of diesel fuel continues to rise. 

Looks like we're leaving Sunday.

We enjoyed a nice pitch-in dinner in the shelter house last night with Mike & Kay Ann and Phil & Cathie.  I suppose it was our farewell party.

Kay Ann was attacked by the marina cat, "Dockie," Thursday and had to go to the emergency room for treatment.  Probably won't be seeing the same cat here next year.  

So now it's time to deflate the dingy (along with my spirits,)  wash the salt off the boat, and drive NOrth.  On D-day (departure day) we'll pump out the holding tank, empty the water tank, and winterize both so they won't freeze when we get home.   I'll try to spend as much time as possible before we leave here looking at the clear green water, clear blue skies, and the lush green foliage that's everywhere.  When we get back up NOrth, everything will be such "beautiful" shades of brown.

Update on hot dog man's jet boat.  We knew it had old gas in it when he bought it.  Walrus man thought he would help by adding 5 gallons of new gas, so he took a full 5 gallon gas can off the top of the hot dog boat, and poured it in the jet boat.   At first, hot dog man didn't know where walrus man got the "gas."  Seems it was the can where hot dog man stored his old motor oil, as well as the old cooking oil from his deep fryers in the hot dog boat.