Wednesday, August 22, 2012
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.