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6:00p
Day 80. I feel like I have been around the world in 80 days. My world has spun around and around eighty times over, at any rate. I am so dizzy, I don’t know which way is up.

It’s been a very busy day. I am lying in my bed recovering from it all, eating cottage cheese and hoping to keep it in.

When I was pregnant (and pregnant, and pregnant and pregnant again), I had morning sickness. And afternoon, evening and night sickness too! Not too often throwing up, but . . . Let’s just say, nothing stayed in my system for long. It got to the point where it would have been just as well to just dump my dinner straight in the toilet and be done with it. The only thing I could keep in then was cottage cheese. I am once again having the morning sickness I never thought I would have again. And I am hoping the cottage cheese will do me one more favor.

We had to pack up at the weekend spot. Checked out right at noon. No one was sad to leave there. We didn’t even honk goodbye.

Traffic headed north was bumper to bumper with vacationers Laboring to get back home. The new park being halfway up town, we jumped in the line and played along. This is something true locals avoid like the plague, but we had no choice.

Since we were headed into Lincoln City proper to get to the next RV park, we decided to stop at the You-Do-It RV wash. While Dan scrubbed away at the top of the motorhome, I had to feed the quarters into the control panel. I had a job!

I got tired of that job. Every four minutes I had to scurry into the soapy mist and plop more coins in the machine. I tried once to load it up, but you got more time if you did $1.50 at a shot. And some times the Angel in charge of coin machines would drop a few invisible coins in at the same time! One go would produce four minutes and the next one five and a half. It was like playing slots, I tell ya. Only wetter. You have to wallow in life’s little victories, you know.

As soon as Dan finished with the top of the motorhome and started on the sides, I tendered my resignation and turned over my baggie of quarters. Once he turned the corner for the driver’s side, I slid in the RV and headed for the bathroom. Very convenient, carrying your potty around with you.

Being that we failed to find real whales as we had planned, the kids and I amused ourselves while Dan finished up the washing by taking a ride on a driftwood whale pair in the parking lot. Better than nothing.

Squeaky clean at last, we headed around the lake to our next home. The new park is part of a chain you will find all across the country. “It’s a great day . . .” here. We started with the reading of the rules and a tour of the property.

You know this place is not half bad! The lot is big, the playground is wonderful and you can bike, skate, or board it all over! The store is bigger than our beloved park on the river and they have a laundry room, game room, and a Saturday Night Ice Cream Social. There is even a creek, if not a river.

My phone has four bars inside and outside the motorhome. (All those that try to call us and get the voicemail will rejoice!) The cable sports a hundred channels and THE INTERNET is as Wide as a Web should be in a campground. This is great.

I want to go home.

I miss my old park. I miss my friends. And my dock. And my tree alone on the hill. It doesn’t smell the same here. No tide. No crabs boiling in a pot. I don’t know anyone here. Not yet anyway. “Ok, God, which one is my next guide?” Not that easy, I know. We’ll just have to let it play out and see.

Besides, tomorrow I go back to the city. Two more weeks.