Repaired the main entry door that the previous owner had “fixed” the day I bought The Beast. His “repair” kept the travel safety latch on the door from engaging… something that definitely should be working properly if anyone is ever in the coach cabin while the RV is moving down the road. Cleaned the storage compartments under the RV. After yesterday I thought the interior of the coach was dirty. That was nothing compared to what I tackled today. Discovered two unpleasant surprises: not one, but three, leaks from the piping in the water tank compartment, only one of which I can reach… to get at the other two leaks looks like will require removing one of the two water tanks and a petite contortionist, and rusted out sheet metal in one compartment that was (note the past tense) part of the support for the generator exhaust pipes. Yet another repair job for Junction Auto… Caveat that emptor!!!! Also discovered Exhibit B in the sewage hose storage compartment. Again, a free night’s stay at Triangle Square Circle to the first contestant who can correctly identify what this is. A bottle of wine thrown in if you can tell me why this was in with the sewage hoses. Lynne brought Hopea Kanootti over this afternoon for its maiden voyage on Fern Lake. (Yes, that decrepit guy in the canoe is who you think it is.) We also found a gorgeous (and reportedly very rare hereabouts) Lady Slipper just downhill from where the patio will be. Then Perry joined us for a delightful spaghetti dinner featuring Bove’s roasted garlic sauce and lively conversation about small town development approval process issues with which Perry is currently contending. As you can see, we’re really roughing it here in the RV. When I think back to how my father lived for years in a tent and a pop-up camper trailer while building his cabin in Calais, I realize I’m not nearly as tough as I’d like to think I am.