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LEAVING DAY

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Delivery day...

AND SO we finally get to the end and the beginning: Leaving Day. We got the entire house cleaned out, except for our bed, and the night before it's June 25 so the fireworks are going off like crazy and Whisky is absolutely freaking out so I spend a good two hours trying to hold her on the bed but I finally gave up and let her down, she was so worn out by then from trying to get away she dropped into a deep sleep in the corner, fireworks notwithstanding. Not how I want to spend my last night but often you can't get what you want...

We get up and shower and move the bed down to the carport to join a whole lot of other things we're having the gardeners haul off, including Julie's cowboy boots which as it turns out we could have kept oh well.

AND NOW we're ready to go...we take one last swim in the pool for about 20 minutes. Then we get dressed and I go out to hook up the Fiat to the tow dolly and realize we're not quite ready - the wheel straps don't fit. I call the manufacturer and the lady tells me the straps are fully adjustable, which I was aware of but for some reason forgot, and then Julie and I get the adjustments done and we hook up the car and start the RV and drive away...
OUR LAST LOOK AT 5275 EL MIRADOR DRIVE

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