I had a start this morning: the counter guy at the RV park said that he would drive me to the airport at 6 in the morning. At 6:15 no guy. Fortunately there was a phone number on the door and it looked like a residence attached to the office. “Oh, yea, I’m so sorry. I’ll be right out.” The 12 minute ride to the airport was why I chose the place. Got there with no problems. While waiting in Jacksonville for my flight to Seattle, the television showed what I saw yesterday: four fires were burning in eastern Florida (they assumed were set) and I drove through one of them. So far the winds and the dryness were making it difficult to put them out. In fact they were just protecting structures and letting everything else burn. 52 houses so far had been destroyed.
Twelve hours to go corner to corner in this great nation; five and a half flight time from Atlanta to Seattle going west and five hours returning due to the tail wind. And 55 degrees plus rain to greet me when I got on the shuttle bus to Mt. Vernon. It was great to be home
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