Weirdos at Walmart

After a hard day of wheeling and dealing with the Golden Colorado Camping World guys, Dudley and Guy, getting a new refrigerator and another new AC cowling ordered, AND walking for almost 2 hours over the grounds of the Golden, Colorado Railroad Museum's grand collection of rolling stock (see my earlier Face Book Post) there's nothing like arriving in the early evening to a well appointed home and a relaxing hour with a good book and Mona.

As the rest of our neighbors gather in their homes for the evening out along the far corner of the Walmart Wheat Ridge parking lot we all share a comradely silence, not knowing who the people are in the next RV, truck or car.  Yes, car.  More than you might ever think, unless you've spent multiple nights yourself sleeping regularly in your reclining  front seat. At this Walmart there have been at least 10-20 vehicles beside our own RV each evening we have been here and only a couple are truckers catching a snooze or RV'ers boon docking by choice.  Many are men, or women, just saving cash for whatever they feel is a necessity elsewhere by sleeping rent free in any kind of vehicle in a willing Walmart lot now.

Then we get this Face Book post. Brian O'Rourke is working this week with clients in Pennsylvania but he sees our earlier post that we are staying here for the third time as our coach repairs get done, and re-done, and he says, "Hi guys.  Be careful out there.  I hear there are weirdos around that place."  Mona is not amused as visions of things far from sugar plums dance in her head.

When SUDDENLY, after full darkness has fallen, we are both shaken from our concentrations, Mona in her book and I in my computer, to feel the entire coach rock ever so gently.

Did Mona do something to make it rock?  Have I done something?  Oh dear, what did Brian just tell us about this place?  We're in Golden Colorado tonight, right?  No, its Wheat Ridge. Do they use 911 for emergencies? What if they don't and I call and get an intimate chat line???

I head for the door to open it, looking out the windows all around as I walk the length of the living area for who might have unsettled our settling in.  I open the door carefully and at that moment glance back along the curb side of the vehicle to see a form, a shape, moving in the shadow, at the rear ladder, which allows access, for anyone, to the roof!

And at that perilous moment I see Peggy O'Rourke, and friends Titus and Julie, come running toward me down the length of the RV yelling, "Watch out for weird people out here!!"

How cool!  Our first actual visitors to our home since we left Hope Church way back on Sunday June 8th!

After Mona showed them around our home (3 minutes- turn right, turn left. Look. Leave) we all sit down for a chat, which evolves quickly into a decision to head for a local Cold Stone Creamery for some much needed calories (I'm down a few for the day myself) before they close. Finally, an hour later or so, Mona is back to reading, this time in bed, and I'm back at the computer finishing this blog.

Its been quite an eventful day today.  Begun by waking in the peaceful lot at Parker UMC, realizing the reefer won't reef, heading back to Camping World in Golden to find out later that we need a new reefer altogether. Losing the AC cover on the way. Deciding what to do the rest of the day in the CRV (read, yes, but WHERE!)

Then to learn that weirdo's lurk in our choice of home site for this evening!

But we, the intrepid and brave explorers, adventurer's both; we who carry the DeWalt name into places no DeWalt has ever gone before; we love ice cream so... all's well that ends with ice cream, we always say!

-Ken