Friday, March 23. It's our last day in Tucson. It's hard to believe we have been here for 2 1/2 weeks. Our friends have made us so welcome it truly feels like a second home and we are very reluctant to depart.
Rather than try to do any more sightseeing, we just enjoyed the Arizona "slouch" and spent the day basking in the beautiful sun and doing homely things. Bob loaded up the washing machine so we would be able to leave with clean clothes. Arizona washing machines are no different from those in Acton, and he managed to lose a sock.
A little more hard work sitting in the sun and chatting, and then we went out for lunch at a lovely little bistro with a view of the mountains. We returned home, and sorted our belongings so Bob could take our purchases and probably half of our clothing to the UPS store to mail home. After all was said and done and wrapped in massive amounts of bubble wrap, we had five boxes to ship! I won't divulge how much it cost; we just attribute it to a local VAT.
We soaked up the sun at the end of the day, collected Maren, and the five of us went out for dinner at a delicious Arizona-Mexican restaurant. Bob and I went with Maren in her car and had a close encounter of the kind we would rather forget! A couple of times during our stay, we took the golf cart around the course at dusk, after all the golfers had left and the wildlife took over. Among us we managed to spot a herd of mule deer, a roadrunner, some javelina, and way too many little bunny rabbits. But we never got quite as close to any of them as we did to the deer Friday night! We were traveling along the road at about 50 miles an hour when this one mule deer - actually a 10 point buck - ran across the road directly in front of us at about the same speed. It was only due to Maren's excellent avoidance skills that we missed the actual encounter. Our heart rate was just about back to normal when we reached the restaurant.
On Saturday, we said goodbye to Gale early, as he had an important Pickleball match in the morning. for more on pickle Ball, check out either of these pages: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pickleball or http://www.pickleball.com
Barbara and Maren and I sat around chatting for most of the morning, never running out of reminiscences our new things to say. We shamelessly whiled away the time, letting Bob packed the car all by himself. This was not really a burden for him - for those of you who know Bob, he prefers to do all the packing himself and may well have been the inventor of the closest cubic fit.
Bob came in, it was time to for us to go, but before leaving we promised that we would be returning next winter for an extended stay, and hope to rent one of the homes in Saddlebrooke. Barbara and Maren winked at each other and then told us they would be working on it from their end.
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