Leaving Seattle, I drove the hour north to Snohomish to visit and spend the night with Cousin Rob and his awesome family. Man, I have some cool cousins with smart, beautiful families. How do they do it?
Snohomish is a woody, rural community where everybody seems to have an acre of land and a barn. Rob's barn (he built it) has a well-equiped "man-room"/gym upstairs, and he and his neighbor Mike got me good with back, triceps, abs, biceps, chest. And now I'm really sore. It's a good sore, but it's probably only going to get worse. I hope I can hold the steering wheel.
So upon inspecting the camper shell in the morning on Monday, I see that the seal is leaking and dripping onto my sleeping platform. Not good. Rob springs into action and we get some supplies at the local hardware spots. Gorilla Tape is my best bet so there's now a racing stripe along the side of my shell. Hopefully it stands up to the elements.
Rob in his natural environment:
Lil Robert and I (not staged):
Hammer Schlagen:
The Tacoma. Notice the new black racing stripe:
Karen was a great host and gave me some down comforters for the road:
The road calls:
1 comment:
IT was good to have you here Jeff. Anytime you want to come and stay just drop by! Rob
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