Residence Inn Sacramento Folsom
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... Mike plans to play "the game" which is an opportunity to play a mini golf tournament with the pros on Wednesday and Saturday. I also planned a cooking demonstration on Saturday. Super excited!
Yesterday, we had a nice lunch at the clubhouse with Dad and Jan. Then, Mike and I wanted to go for a swim. It was funny because we both skipped out to the car singing, ...
... break out the camera and did not get pictures with them. We were invited to spend another night on our way home next month, so hopefully we can get some then.
It was a wonderful evening and we tipped the fun scale over the top. Being wonderful hosts, Earlynn fixed us a great breakfast of biscuits, gravy, eggs and sausage before we left the new morning.
Heading to Las Vegas to spend time with Eric and family
... br> 20 mph speed limits in Oregon Coast towns
Drivers seeing a sign that reads "End 40 mph Zone", and actually slowing down to 30 mph!
We had an amazing 30 day adventure. Although we are happy to be home we will certainly miss our condo on wheels. Thank you all for following us. We hope you enjoyed our blog as much as we did.
Signing off ---
Lance, Marianne and Roxie
... took us right to the falls. Lauren and I felt a bit uneasy as we walked right next to the edge of a 2,000 foot drop in order to reach the falls from the south side. The water was low by this time of the year so people were swimming in the pools above the falls and jumping form the rocks. Even though the river was low, it was still a bit dangerous to be swimming above the largest waterfall in North America.
We found a nice spot to picnic and we ate ...
... hoop skirts, gloves made of lace, bonnets decked with flowers; in our street attire we were a little out of place. I saw her sitting on a bench, and pointed to her hat, then mine. “My other hat’s a bonnet,” I laughed. “Mine too,” she said, and we began to chat.
We talked almost an hour, sitting in the sun, while all around us it was 1867. We were in Old ...