The park shower has two temperatures: Cold and Not So Cold. We decide in the future we will turn on our hot water heater and use our own tiny internal shower in the RV.
We meet our "Sam Eliot", the Utah Cowboy who comes to fix the electrical quirk in our RV refrigerator. Unfortunately, he's a Smoking Man.
"Sam" lives in the RV Park part-time. His wife grows a hibiscus on the fence and there are Annie's Humingbirds feeding off the flowers. I ask him if it's OK if I hang out by the fence to photograph them, not wanting to tresspass.
"Ain't no trespassin' 'round here", he says cheerfully. "We all is just neighbors". 'Preciate that, "Sam".
Starting to feel a little claustrophobic in the camper with the blinds closed for privacy. Bob doesn't want them open due to sun heating up the RV, so we compromise and open the ones on the shady side.
Our canopy is up. It's fun eating meals under it, and it's a good rain shelter. It's 100 degrees out.
I go into Moab and meet with Kathy at the Moab Knitting Shop to try to sell my hats to her. She recommends instead an art gallery which is more "avant garde". Her sense of Moab female fashion is that noone dresses up except for perhaps putting on a batik dress for a really fancy occasion.
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