We don't want to smell like Fish!

 Benjamin Franklin famously said that, “Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days”...or that's what the Internet claims. 

Whoever said it was right—you don't want to overstay your welcome. Which, while on this road-trip, we have tried not to do.

While I have been writing for my client, marketing my book and working on my new book while headed to Colorado and staying in campgrounds in garden spots such as Shelton,WA and Rawlins, WY, we’ve also hit up friends for their driveways and guest bedrooms. 

Sometimes this worked out, others not so much.

In Puyallup, WA, we tried not to overstay our welcome with an old pal and her husband from San Diego, but for some reason they kept asking us to stay longer. Thank God they are good Christians! (Pretty sure that’s why they allowed us to stay so long.) 

In Mad River, CA (formally know as Kuntz,) we stayed in the driveway overlooking  beautiful Ruth Lake and in Salt Lake City we were welcomed by old friends— their three dogs—not so much. (Only anxiety attack of the trip for me.) There were a few others that I will keep to myself, but we still had fun.

We stayed with our son for five days in Canada, but that doesn’t count. He stayed with us for 18 years, so he kind of owes us.

The first of August we rolled into our friend Deb’s place in Loveland, CO. and took over not one, but two bedrooms and so far, she hasn’t sicced the dogs on us.

She also had the cajones to invite us to the beautiful home of a writer friend of hers (and mine on Facebook) in Steamboat Springs and we stayed two nights. (We’ve got this 2-night minimum thing down.)

At everyone’s home though I was able to write and find fodder for my next book. (All good! Except for Utah.)

We have three more weeks at Deb’s home in Colorado and hopefully one afternoon we don’t come back from the lake and find our bags packed and sitting on the porch. That has only happened once and it was a joke. I think.