Well, I’m still in Newport. Apparently, getting an existential imperative to get out has little practical weight when compared to the necessities of laundry, full holding tanks, and an RV full of junk just tossed around over the past week. And when I told them I was staying one more night, they told me that was my sixth night, and I get the seventh free. So I’m now scheduled to leave Friday morning.
I did my laundry, and got most of the junk appropriately stowed. It was early afternoon, and it was a nicer day than it was yesterday, so I decided to revisit some of the cool places I went to yesterday, to see if I could get more color in some pictures. Of course, I ran out of 100 speed film, which I was using a lot of because I am hoping to do some enlargements of this stuff when I get back. Oh, well. I put some 200 speed in and hoped for the best.
It’s hard to judge whether some of the shots were better or not, I’ll just have to wait to get them developed. But at Boiler Bay, I saw a whale. I say “saw” because I only got one shot of it, and I’m not sure how well it came out, so I’m not promising anything. I’ve got the 210mm lens, but that’s really not enough for wildlife shots (in case anyone’s looking for a nice Christmas gift for me, we’re talking Nikon Auto-Focus, something in a zoom to 350mm or so…). And besides, whales are mostly underwater animals. You can spot the spout when they surface, but try getting a camera aimed and a shot framed before the thing’s underwater again. I stood out there a while, eye to camera, pointed in the general direction of the last surfacing, but no luck. Oh, well, again. Perhaps the one I got will turn out to be wonderful.
Now I’m back at The Chalet having dinner, because my stomach didn’t let me sleep well again last night. The dinner I had here a couple nights ago was the only one this week that has let me sleep. I’m going to try to get to sleep at a reasonable hour tonight and tomorrow so that I can start travelling early Friday. Hopefully, my stomach and the kitten will go along with my little plot.
Well, I should have had pancakes again. The chicken pot pie was kinda disappointing. So was the strawberry pie, but at least it did have real whipped cream on it. Not enough, of course, but it was a step in the right direction.
Oh, well. It doesn’t look like I have much of value to say right now. I know, par for the course. I’m going home.