We arose on Saturday morning to the smell of coffee. We watched the Brittany’s chase birds and squirrels away from the seed the Steve had strategically placed on the ground just a few hours prior. What a hoot. As we sat at the dining room table, sipping our coffee, we ate some fruit, danishes, and such, and just took it all in. Saturday was set up to be a day of rest and relaxation. We had a couple of bloody marys and headed for the pool. Swimming attire was donned all day long for all of us. We snacked for lunch between our beers and frequent dips in the pool. Steve smoked some ribs for our dinner, which were wonderful. We ended the night by the pool, sipping on our drinks of choice and recalling events of the week behind us. Bed came early once again, since it is early to bed and early to rise around that house!
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| Ronnie diving |
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| Theresa Diving |
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| Rubber duckys are so fun, Rubber ducky, youre the one... |
Some revelations for this ninth leg of the road trip:
- Ronnie knows how to dive, very well.
- Theresa knows how to dive, not as well as Ronnie.
- Steve used to teach diving lessons.
- Kathy lost her top while diving (or at least I think Steve wanted her to).
- I still don’t know how to dive, nor trust myself to do it.
- Chilling out for the day was a good plan.
- My Harley was more quiet than the Goldwing this day. (he rode to town, I didn’t)
- 0 miles this day - give or take. (easy riders)
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