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  Arrived home yesterday afternoon about 2PM.  Wow, did the heat and humidity hit with a vengeance.  We started the job of unloading the Casita and truck.  Finished with that around 4 and crashed.  One of our neighbors had seen us drive in and provided us with some fresh homegrown tomatoes.  Wanda fried up a little bacon and we forgot about the heat for a little while.
  A fresh loaf of bread, some Blue Plate mayonaise, salt, pepper, fresh tomatoes, and bacon.  It doesn't get any better than that. Especially, the first bacon/tomato sandwich of the year.
 Had breakfast with friends in town this morning and then tackled the Casita again.  Got it all washed up and and ready to go back under the shed for a few weeks.  Next planned outing is middle of September, but I don't know if I can make it that long without a short trip somewhere.
 I have friends and acquaintance's ask; why do I like to travel so much?  Or, why don't you just enjoy staying home?  I don't have a definitive answer.  I think it has something to do with "getting away".
I get tired of the news, the politics, the problems, both local and national, that we are hammered with daily at home.
  I'm not so naive as to think that other parts of the country don't experience the same things.  It is just that when you travel, you are mostly going places that are tourist related.  You experience the best a place has to offer, and don't often hear about, or have to deal with, the more negative things.    The people you interact with seem to enjoy the fact that you are there.  The grocery, fast food place, fine dining restaurant, campground or rv park, whatever; they all seem happy to see you.
 Though we carry a TV with us, we watch it very little, and we don't read newspapers.  We do pick up bits of news on the internet and such, but we're mostly in the dark about what's going on, and we like it that way.
  I guess you could say we find our "perfect world" while traveling.  In out latest journey, we had not one bad experience.  From a young lady in an Oregon State Park who went out of her way to find us the perfect campsite, to walking in a McDonalds in Green River, WY and see nothing but teenagers behind the counter like the old days,  it is as close to what we would like the world to be, as we will ever find.
 Working out our expenses for the trip.  Will post those next time.......................jc