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We are at Camp Verde where the rain has bestowed upon us much cleanliness in the form of brisk clear air and pool time in the matter of puddles placed conveniently where we walk. All in all, the weather has been a bit dreary but it has not curtailed our exuberance over the great outdoors. Based on our Wednesday experience, our days of scooting around on ice and snow are not as much fun in their adventures as they once were. Today, Ken is trying to give his brother a hand with some chores at his properties. Linda and I are enjoying our visit and of course, I am trying to catch up on my “computer”.

Ken is recuperating from an attack of my anger. Yesterday I visited the showers at the RV park for a long, hot shower unencumbered by the thought of minimal hot water and too little room to luxuriate in my bath. It also helps to know that one only had to clean the shower and bathroom once that day and not twice as a result of my mid afternoon urge for cleanliness. I packed up my things announced my destination and walked the few steps to the ladies showers. After my long extended visit at the showers, I dressed in clean togs, packed up my bags and rushed back to the “coach” during a rather “rousing” rain storm. As I approached the coach, I noted that the car was missing but I thought surely the door would be open. Wrong! Ken had finished with the paperwork that he was doing, remembered that I had made an announcement of my intentions but could not remember what they were. He decided I had gone for a walk and was caught in the rain. He decided that he should rescue me from my plight. That is all well and good but he locked the door! There I stood, trying vainly to get into the coach while the rain destroyed my coif and washed my already clean togs. The neighbors undoubtedly thought that I was the victim of spousal “lock out”. I was not a happy camper. When Ken returned to find me standing under the roof of the shower building where I had taken refuge, he knew that he was in trouble. I spent the afternoon wallowing in self pity and Ken made himself scarce until my anger had run its course. Husbands can sometimes be trying and R V life can compound those little life events that try relationships.

The peaks around us are covered with the beauty of fresh snow. If I can remember how to post pictures, I will publish some photos of the sights in and around Sedona where the red rocks have been temporarily enriched by a cap of white snow. The surrounding hills are beautiful.

We have been disappointed by our failure to get our satellite to work in the outlying areas. We believe it is the satellite itself and not the “dish” program. When we return to the “big city” we will seek out the “techies” that should be able to analyze and correct the problem. In the meantime, we are missing the varied programming that we had hoped to receive via “dish”. Alas, life lacks perfection. Take care – the happy wanderers in the hills of Arizona.