I haven't found a dime in quite a while, or as my dad would say, "a coons age."
But I can't say that after tonight.
We are just finishing up a great weekend 'boat camping' / Kayaking with Nick & Marsha in and around Bremerton and Gig Harbor.
We left them and took a nice ferry ride over to Seattle
and had a quick dinner with Brad.
I'm always a little nervous taking Otto, our oldest vehicle, on the road but the Subaru is the only vehicle we have that can haul our kayaks (Search & Rescue).
{I'm sure we can't be the only people who name their cars & boats. But that's a question for another blog}
As we headed south for home it wasn't but 30 miles or so before I began hearing a rattle on the rooftop. Shortly after that a car gave us a honk as it passed by making me doubt the security of Search & Rescue up above.
We opted to pull off the highway and check things out.
The straps remained secure and the kayaks were fine, but a nagging thought from hours ago said, "check the oil."
You see, Otto, being a Subaru and all, has a clatter to the sound of the engine that is somewhat normal, but when we were on the Ferry I thought this clatter was different, but I simply let the thought go.
As we were getting back in the car I could hear my dad's voice saying, "by damn Julie, it won't take but 2 minutes. Check the Oil!"
I asked Jeff to pop the hood and I grabbed a paper towel and sure enough the oil was low. We added a quart and were back on the road after a quick 5-10 minutes and I thanked my dad Right Out Loud.
I know he was looking out for me from above.
It made me smile!
On down the road a piece we stopped at Love's Truck Stop for fuel and coffee.
The parking lot was not well lit, and certainly not clean, but in my path a slight glimmer of something caught my eye.
I bent down and saw a coin. I thought at first it was a penny, but no. I thought, It can't Be!?!
Sure enough, a bright shiny dime!
I laughed out loud and again said, "Thanks Dad!"
{Click here for more about my Dime Stories.}
Jeff met me inside the store and I told him what I found in the parking lot. On our way out I retraced my steps to show Jeff how unlikely a place it was to find a dime.
That's when I found another one!
I couldn't believe it!
This time I took a picture before picking it up.
It's was as if my dad was throwing dimes in my path and laughing right along with me the whole time.
It's been a great weekend that's for sure!
I love you Papo!
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But I can't say that after tonight.
We are just finishing up a great weekend 'boat camping' / Kayaking with Nick & Marsha in and around Bremerton and Gig Harbor.
We left them and took a nice ferry ride over to Seattle 
and had a quick dinner with Brad.
I'm always a little nervous taking Otto, our oldest vehicle, on the road but the Subaru is the only vehicle we have that can haul our kayaks (Search & Rescue).
{I'm sure we can't be the only people who name their cars & boats. But that's a question for another blog}
As we headed south for home it wasn't but 30 miles or so before I began hearing a rattle on the rooftop. Shortly after that a car gave us a honk as it passed by making me doubt the security of Search & Rescue up above.
We opted to pull off the highway and check things out.
The straps remained secure and the kayaks were fine, but a nagging thought from hours ago said, "check the oil."
You see, Otto, being a Subaru and all, has a clatter to the sound of the engine that is somewhat normal, but when we were on the Ferry I thought this clatter was different, but I simply let the thought go.
As we were getting back in the car I could hear my dad's voice saying, "by damn Julie, it won't take but 2 minutes. Check the Oil!"
I asked Jeff to pop the hood and I grabbed a paper towel and sure enough the oil was low. We added a quart and were back on the road after a quick 5-10 minutes and I thanked my dad Right Out Loud.
I know he was looking out for me from above.
It made me smile!
On down the road a piece we stopped at Love's Truck Stop for fuel and coffee.
The parking lot was not well lit, and certainly not clean, but in my path a slight glimmer of something caught my eye.
I bent down and saw a coin. I thought at first it was a penny, but no. I thought, It can't Be!?!
Sure enough, a bright shiny dime!
I laughed out loud and again said, "Thanks Dad!"
{Click here for more about my Dime Stories.}
Jeff met me inside the store and I told him what I found in the parking lot. On our way out I retraced my steps to show Jeff how unlikely a place it was to find a dime.
That's when I found another one!
I couldn't believe it!
This time I took a picture before picking it up.
It's was as if my dad was throwing dimes in my path and laughing right along with me the whole time.
It's been a great weekend that's for sure!
I love you Papo!
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
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