It’s that time of year: Time to clean and put away the motor home for the season.
After the laundry and the toilet swishing and the vacuuming and kitchenware sealed in Rubbermaid containers, there’s the drive to the nearby pole barn.
Because we’re storing the 1983 Pace Arrow and the Jeep we tow behind her at the same place, we drove to our storage location twice. And because I forgot my watch in the RV’s medicine cabinet, I got to trek there a third time today.
That’s six trips past this gorgeous grove of trees growing in the nursery next to our storage locale. The day was one of those stunning sunny ones, so the crimson leaves bordering on hot pink were in on display like technicolor. Wow.