October 3

View of the day-The last campground of the season...scenic and secluded.

If you read yesterday's entry and wondered what the heck was going on...it was a formatting issue that made things unintelligible...it's all better now.

Although we didn't need to get up early, the thought of finally getting home for good was enough to chase the sleep away. Al went into town to get a few things done, which left Marilyn to get the camper closed up for the trip home. After doing it all summer, it is pretty much routine, the only thing is one of the slide-out motors has stripped gears and it's a two person job...one holding the switch and the other using brute strength to help the slide close. With Al gone, Marilyn enlisted the help of the farmer to get the last slide pushed in and by the time Al got back, it was a matter of hooking the shop trailer behind the camper and heading out.

Back in Yorkton, we stopped for lunch in town then rolled out to our house to start the arduous task of unloading the camper. Even though we had brought it home and lightened the load once already, there was still a lot of stuff on board. Al was feeling under the weather, so he took some medication and was out like a light for the better part of the afternoon. Marilyn started getting things unloaded...very orderly at first...fill two tubs with stuff, bring it in and put it away. That worked for a while...perhaps 20 tub fulls. With a collection of paper and plastic bags, the rest of the unloading was a matter of filling the bags, setting them by the door until there were so many of them backed into the camper that she would start carting them into the house. Down four camper steps, four steps across the lawn, four steps into the house...at least a thousand times...or so it seemed. The bags didn't get completely put away, but they did end up in the correct rooms...filling most of the space on the floor and counters. Marilyn's job was done for the day...Al's shift would be emptying the bags...she hoped.

Marilyn had rehearsal for a one act play the theatre group will be taking to a drama festival in Kamsack the beginning of November, so she conveniently had to leave Al..."holding the bags"...get it? Sorry. Since the camper was now completely empty, the fall ritual is to steam clean the carpet, so she picked up the RugDoctor to do the job tomorrow before it is nestled into its winter spot. After the rehearsal, she went out for coffee with one of the actors, then drove back home where Al was enjoying local TV...someone didn't set the satellite dish up yet.

And someone only emptied three bags...