Got home at ten o’clock this morning.  Lake Mead, NV to Chelan, WA in two days.  We came through Ely, NV rather than Salt Lake City.  I think we shaved a few hundred miles off the old route.  We also threaded the needle again since it started snowing in Ely the day after we passed through.  We left Lake Mead a day earlier than planned because Mary noticed that we would have 40 MPH tailwinds.  That was too good to pass up.  I barely had to touch the gas pedal to keep our rig at 70 MPH!

A few relatable incidents:

When we got to Jerome, Idaho, (famous far and wide for the ubiquitous smell of cow manure that fills the air, known locally as “Jeroma”) Mary noticed that our trailer had lost its licence plate.  What can you do in such a situation? We just kept driving.  Or should I say slinking?  Every time we saw a policeman on the way home, we tensed up.  We had the rest of Idaho, Oregon and Washington to pass through.  Three potential tickets.  We made it though.  No one noticed.

I got an email saying that a bicycle I had ordered while we were at Lake Mead would be arriving at our Chelan house two days after we did.  The interesting thing is that the package had originated in Henderson, NV – about ten miles from our camp at Lake Mead.  I wouldn’t be surprised if one of those Fed Ex trucks we passed on the way home had my package in it!

When we got home, our house was as clean as we left it.  In past years we have had everything from a broken pipe to dead mice to tons of dead bugs.  This was the payoff for all the sealing we have done over the years.  The only intruder we detected was one mouse nest in the back of a kitchin cupboard.  He had managed to find one bag of icing that was not in a Tupperware container and he had lived through the winter on a diet of pure sugar.

Everything inside the refrigerator looked good except for the quart container of yogurt that had somehow been overlooked.  After three months in the refrigerator it was hard to imagine that it was anything other than spoiled so Mary gingerly removed it and was on her way to the garbage with it when she stopped and said “What could have happened to yogurt to make it so heavy?”  I hefted it and it was unusually heavy for a quart of yogurt.  It’s weight only made us imagine that the yogurt had undergone some disgusting transformation over the intervening three months and that inside that container lurked something akin to a rotting corpse.  I suggested that I carefully set it in the bottom of the garbage can outside our back door, as if it were an unexploded bomb that could go off if jarred enroute.

But curiosity got the better of me.  What could make yogurt get heavier?  I slowly pried the lid off.  Inside, we saw, not yogurt, but some white cylinders  ??????  What???  And then I remembered!  We had placed $1000 of silver coins in the container before we left.  The plan was that even if a thief broke into our house he would never guess that a yogurt container in the refrigerator had silver in it.  How clever, we are!   (We had thought.). Almost too clever by half.