Don't you just hate it when you lose something that is very special to you?
Isn't it frustrating when you are sure you put it in a particular place, and when you go to get it, it's not there?
You look everywhere, you think, and look in the place(s) you were sure you had put it again and again. You have a "physical" memory of putting it there, and now it's not.
This happened to me this week. When we were packing up the Alfa after our week at the Sol Duc campground I remember putting my hiking poles into the large passenger-side bay. When we got home, they were not there.
I looked in the car and in the few places they would fit inside the Alfa. No poles. Grrr! Craig kept saying I must have left them on the picnic table, but I remember checking the space carefully before we drove away.
|Bark with lichens at Cape Flattery|
On Tuesday, I went to REI and bought another pair. They were having a pretty good sale, so it was a good time to do so. I bought a cheaper pair than I had had before, because I had lost the good ones.
|One view from Hurricane Ridge|
Then today, as we were getting ready to fill the fresh water tank, we opened the big bay on the driver's side to get out the hose.
MY POLES! Yes, I had put them into the large bay, but not on the passenger side. When looking for them I never even considered looking on the driver's side, because we never go into that bay for anything except water hose.
|One way of getting down the side of a tall dune|
So the story of the loss has a happy ending. I went to REI and returned the new ones.
Not much else is happening around here this week.
|Yes. It WAS that green!|