Signs, Gnomes, and Great Danes

We picked up our new sign yesterday.  Now we will be able to find our RV!!!!  Also, we will now fit in with the rest of the RV crowd!   These types of signs - usually in wood - are pretty prevalent in RV parks including on park models - names of the people with the pets' names added.  One park model across from us has a slightly different take on the usual sign. The writing on the dog house says "Hoover's House" and the dangling small sign lists his "people." It is quite clever.  Hoover is a black and white Great Dane that doesn't even phase Maggie when they meet at the park.  I couldn't get a picture of the two of them together - every time I tried Hoover lumbered away.  I will continue to try because it is a hoot to see the two of them together!

I've mentioned before that it is hard to take photos of RVs and park models and their landscaping without being caught.  Well, I got snagged today taking the following photo of the "Gnome Yard."  I was doing some fast talking about how I was taking photos of "interesting" landscaping ideas and how I was a gnome fan, etc. etc.  I was starting to trip over my tongue I was talking so fast.   I was told that everyone loves this yard - especially at Christmas because they dress up the gnomes like elves and "it is just so cute."  I wonder how they dress the flamingo and the owl?   

Yesterday was still very windy but we got out - picked up our sign, checked out the Marine base exchange, and went to a local farmer's market that was well advertised.   There were 4 stands;  one with local organic vegetables, one with vegetables but obviously not local produce, one that sold sandstone signs, and one that sold goat soap.  So much for the farmer's market. But....there was a small little pie shop in the area that had wonderful homemade pies!!!!

I have to admit that Roger's idea of getting our own hotspot was a good one.  It works better than the park WIFI!!!  Maybe I'll get to the park photo downloads tomorrow.  

After dinner last night I took Maggs to the park and got to talking with two women who are here for a couple of days.  One of them mentioned they had been in Tucson for a few months and her daughter, who was on boot camp leave for Christmas from the Army, was staying with them.  They had tried to stay in another park but the daughter was not allowed for the two weeks so they had to move to the one they ended up in.  I mentioned that "a hundred years ago when I was in the service I had a similar problem.  I had to get notarized permission from my parents to get married and I was 20."  The second woman asked what branch of service and the conversation continued with a very small world feel.  She was in the Navy at the same time as Roger and I, she was a photo mate and had gone to school in Pensacola, she was then stationed at the other big photo lab in the DC area, lived on the base where Roger's barracks was, and had married a photo mate (although her marriage "didn't work out.").  So we talked about the whole coincidence thing and started to walk out of the park with the dogs.  They were getting in their car - which had Nevada plates. I asked where they lived figuring like most of the Nevadans we meet they were from Las Vegas.  They live in Gardnerville (about 40 miles south of us).  It was all too surreal.  We ran into them again this afternoon and steered them towards staying at Santee Lakes as they were headed to San Diego from here and were going to go sto a KOA.  We plan on getting together with them once we have all returned home.  Small, small world.  

Roger washed the shaded half of the RV today while I did some housework inside.  Otherwise, a quiet day on the farm.  

We found these two characters at one end of the dog park: