When we lived on the boat in Mexico doing laundry meant lugging sacks of dirty clothes to an unknown laundromat wherever we dropped the hook. Arriving back into the States, I assumed laundry would always be readily available, until I arrived at the campsite. At first I had to lug our dirty clothes down the mountain to town and pay outrageous amounts at a laundromat to get my family's clothes clean. Thank goodness a laundry angel appeared and I gained access to a washer/dryer, albeit in a cinder block building, only a few miles down the mountain. Everything being relative, I was thrilled to use these machines on a weekly basis evidenced by the genuine smile on my face in the picture below.
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