Memorial Day Weekend 1999 Bethel Island, CA Page 4 Monday, May 31, 1999 Another morning of sleeping late kept me in bed after others were up and around. Tom and Fred made a morning trip to the grocery store to gather the makings of another super breakfast. Tom said that even though it was his money being spent in the store, Fred kept after him to spend his money wisely. Tom cooked some sliced sausage that would become an ingredient of a really memorable omelet he would prepare for the group. The aroma was wonderful. Tom preparing meat for his omelet As usual I was stuffed, making it hard to get up from the table. Again, our friend the "Quacker" came around, so she was given pieces of toast left over from breakfast. She was also given some corn chips left over from the night before. While we visited after breakfast, Fred made a freehand drawing of a fishing boat. Below the picture, Fred penned a nice poem about "The Fat Dock" as a parting gift for Tom and Nora. It appears as if we had been in the presence of a man of many talents. After breakfast, I tried fishing one last time. I had three nightcrawlers in the box, so I figured I would fish until I ran out of bait. This morning I kept loosing my bait, I did catch one more catfish on the last worm I had. So my grand total of catfish caught over the weekend was 14. I had three pan sized whiskered critters in the basket. Fred cleaned them for Tom to take with him. We all cleaned up the dock and retrieved our belongings in preparation for heading home from a great weekend. We all said our good-byes and found our way out of Tom and Nora's impromptu campground. Kay and I stopped at the Sugar Barge campground to dump our motorhome holding tanks. We found that there is a special campsite that is arranged in such a way that it works very nicely as a dump station. With that chore done, we headed for home. Our journey home was uneventful. After getting home, I experienced a feeling I haven't felt for a long time. The first time I remember the feeling was after my first cruise in the U. S. Navy. After spending four days on a boat dock, a boat, or a motorhome, I felt as if the ground was moving. For a couple of days after the weekend, I could almost feel the rocking of the dock, boat or motorhome. If you have comments or suggestions, please contact the . ©1999, RVFunTrips.com. All rights reserved.