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Laundry day...again. The laundromat was
packed. There were more driers out of order than working. One family
had 6 or 8 - 30 gallon garden trash bags full of laundry and consumed
all but two dryers. A line of angry, impatient people with baskets of
wet laundry waited to pounce on those two dryers the second they were
free. I can think of more important things worth wrestling over than
a large capacity Maytag.
Purely
coincidental, Jerry? You may need to work on your subtly. When
sniper, Bruce Berringer dropped “MBC anchor Chad Scott” in front
of the New York building I almost stood up and cheered! To hell with
drying my basket of clothes – that right there was worth hanging
out in the laundromat for a week.
A
lady emptying one of the free dryers took pity on me and saved it
until I could wheel my basket of wet clothes over before somebody cut
in. I shoved everything I had in that one dryer...fed the machine
$2.00 in quarters and went back to the adventures of Black Ops agent:
Sam Flatt.
Perfect
timing. I was folding the last of the clothes when Patty and Cindy
pulled in to pick me up on their way to Cave Creek for a mini road
trip. I moved my truck to the far end of the parking lot and jumped
in with the girls.
Cindy
drove us to Lake Pleasant for lunch at Dillon's Bayou on the harbor.
Parking is a considerable distance from the restaurant. A shuttle
takes you part way to the harbor where you jump on a pontoon boat to
be shuttled the rest of the way in. I wasn't too sure how that was
all going to go with my tendency toward motion sickness and water
phobia. I stayed centered on the dock best I could and tried not to
think too much on the sea faring abilities of “Captain Ron the
volunteer” piloting the boat.
After
we paid our bill, it was back across the harbor with Captain Ron and
into the shuttle driven by the same driver that brought us in. His
name was John. He was a kick in the butt. A sign hanging on his rear
view mirror read: Gratuity appreciated. A button on his back let you
know John, like Captain Ron, is also a volunteer. How much does one
tip a shuttle driver? I stuffed a $5.00 in the tip jar and called it
good.
I
imagine Cave Creek looks a lot different now than it did just a few
years ago. Construction is booming across the State it seems.
Beautiful big houses going up everywhere from the valley floor to the
tops of rocky peaks. The town, like most of the others I've visited,
caters to Snowbirds and tourist.
We
shopped the “Southwest Bedazzle Boutique.” As the name
implies...we were adequately bedazzled by the contents. You couldn't
put a pin on an empty spot in that place. From wall to ceiling inside
and out...every square inch covered in colorful metal art,
sculptures, rock art, clothing, trinkets and more. We each found
something we couldn't live without before heading to the Dairy Queen
across the street.
Cindy
pointed the Dodge toward home. I was just talking about how I would
like to see a wild burrow when I spotted a group of them off the side
of the road. It was a quick glimpse...but at least I can say I saw
them. Next on my list of sightings is the elusive Javelina. My
adventure isn't over yet – I remain hopeful.
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