The Gladstone Pro didn't charge Dayne a hobo fee this time. The wind kept getting stronger all day and Gladstone Golf Club showed its teeth. On number 12 we saw a doe. She stared just as hard at Dayne as he took her picture as we were staring at her. We had drinks afterwards in the clubhouse. Then Bob moved the boat back 3" to stop the whistling before we headed to Jack's for dinner. Dayne had the Lake Trout, Vickie and Bob the Whitefish, and I had a Brat Burger. We're sure going to miss Jack's great food. We said a sad goodbye to Michelle, our waitress.
The hardware store downtown was not open on the holiday so we went to the Mobil Station. We got gas, a newspaper, and a hose clamp! It cost us $65.00 to fill up. Back home we put the big mirrors on, aired up the tires, and packed up the lawn chairs. I can't believe we're leaving tomorrow. These are strange lives we lead. Vickie came by at 7:30 to thank me for the birthstone postcard. She's anxious to get back to Louisiana and check in on their kids. Dayne has a doctor's appointment next Tuesday and if all is well they will hit the road right after that.
It's 9:59 p.m. and 68.2 degrees.