Indio, California: Before I post
photos of the fun and fabulous Tailgate Tuesday party, may I please make mention
of My Morning?
All sorts of
hell has broken loose on our little campsite. Wind is normal and to be expected
in the desert in the winter. Rain... not so much, but we have had a little this
week, along with just crazy on-and-off windy days and nights. I (Dave is in
Portland) have battened
down all hatches and protected the tomatoes, but I have no idea what happened
outside during the recent storm. We lost a potted flowering plant (sorry, Dear
Tim). The plant was found in fifty pieces (still on our property), but without the liner nor the
container pot. Gone.
Auntie Em! Auntie Em!
Sometime during the same storm, there was an epic battle between a bird and our
sliding glass casita door. The door won. The bird lost. Feathers and bird
innards plastered everywhere on our glass doors. However... no dead bird splayed
below said sliding glass door. Where was the bird carcass? Did the bird recover,
without much of her/his intestines/feathers? Did another critter (our resident
raccoon or owl?) make-off with the bird remains? And why was rabbit poop all
over the same area of our patio? And why was duck poop everywhere? What happened
out there? Do we need video surveillance? Were the animals having a party and we
are not invited? Did the animals have a bird funeral and we are not invited?
So if you were to pass our campsite this morning, that was me you saw wasting
precious desert water to hose/scrub-off/squeegee glass doors and bird/rabbit/duck
poop. I have never seen such a mess and can't wait to find out what happened...
except I don't think any participant is available to report, so please feel free
to write your best-guess below in the comment section.
No time to fret about Animal Armageddon, there was a party to
attend at the Motorcoach Country Club this evening. Tailgate Tuesday was
sponsored by Marathon
Coach (Eugene, Oregon) and they generously poured Oregon-made wine and had
two Oregon-made luxury coaches on display on the street behind the beautiful new
At five o'clock the new plaza begin to fill with campers.
People brought dishes to share.
Twice-Baked Potato Casserole... but brought a Greek Salad for my dinner.
There is no way to know if
pork or shellfish something I cannot eat is lurking in a dish at a potluck.
Guess that is why it is called a potluck... but is it really asking
so much for people to label their contribution? Unless it is sitting in a
red paper bucket from The Colonel, your crockpot contents are a complete mystery
and possible a life-threatening dish to someone with allergies.
Which shall I choose?
Ellie, sampling delicious Oregon wines
Bill and Tom touring a Marathon Coach
Though it took a few glasses of wine to get people out on
the dance floor, the singer,
Roegiers, was extremely popular. Mr. Roegiers sings "Brat Pack"
favorites, so let's just say everyone in the crowd pretty-much knew every
word to every song... myself included. Doug Roegiers could indecipherably
exchange words in a song to make it a bit risqué, yet Little
Johnnie could still be in the room.
Doug Roegiers at the Motorcoach Country Club
Dance on, ladies!
Another great evening at the Motorcoach Country Club. A huge
thanks to Oregon's Marathon Coach for sponsoring this event.
Until my next update, I remain, your potluck correspondent.
RV PARK: The
Motorcoach Country Club
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