RV Woes

This morning we're trying for a second time to leave Munising, Michigan. Nothing against, Munising, you understand. It's a nice little town. Somehow the prospect of wintering over with somewhere in the neighborhood of 285 inches of snow (no exaggeration) does not appeal to us. Smitty is absolutely opposed to the idea, and one must always go with the wishes of one's cat. Gracie doesn't care. She just wants to go home, wherever that might be.

We've enlisted the support of some gentlemen from the trailer next door to try to manually shove in the slide this morning. Hopefully, that will work, (Amended to say: "It worked!!!") and we'll be on our way to Ishpeming, Michigan, about 60 miles east to get repairs done. We are optimistic that the RV place has the part we need. If not, it can be air-freighted in tomorrow, and repairs done then. Please continue to keep your fingers crossed.

I used yesterday's down time to read through the 90-page self-training module that has to be completed before I can attend the Oregon Department of Corrections training on October 2nd. (Recall that I'm going to be teaching quilting to female prison inmates with the Coffee Creek Quilters.) I've mailed off my self-test, and that part of the effort is done. Now I need to attend the training and also get an orientation/tour of the facility. After that, I'll be eligible to receive my stinking badge. (We don't need no stinking badges!)

Also, yesterday, I had a finish of sorts. I finished the little quilt for my Quilting Snowlady quilt block. With all that satin stitching, it always feels as if the block is nearly finished when the quilt is all stitched.

I'll have some more time to work on that while they do the repairs (hopefully) this morning.

Finally, I've re-routed our trip to head for home now. We are going to head south down toward Lake Michigan and then west in a death march toward home. We've had a lot of fun and spent more time in the east than we should have. I'm terribly disappointed that we are going to miss visiting two friends along the way. There simply isn't time to do that and still get Mike back to work on schedule. Another time, perhaps.

Here's the route as it stands. The pins have no meaning beyond getting us on the roads we want to travel.

This is a last-minute post, being written with the laptop on battery power as I sit in the truck waiting for Mike to make final preparations to take off for Ishpeming. I'm very much hoping that the next time I write, we will be on our way back west. Wish us good luck, please.