We arrived and spent the evening talking our throats raw. This morning, Roy decided that he needed to get the “atomic mud” off Scamp before it got too dry and turned to concrete. Roy doesn’t do anything in a small way.
When I moved Scamp closer to the garage, a good bit of mud fell off the wheels. The interesting part is that it fell off in neat little bricks. I suggested that Roy and Susan could build a little adobe hut out of them, but they didn’t seem too keen on the idea. Roy started knocking the mud off the tires.
The mud did not wash off easily. It has a lot of clay in it.
The dual wheels on the back posed a problem.
Did I mention that Roy does things in a big way? He didn’t bring out a regular pressure washer; he rolled out the steam cleaner.
Scamp was getting a hot bath.
When he finished with the mud, he attacked the dead bugs we have collected across the country.
His Gator was muddy too.
But not for much longer.
Scamp was so sparkly clean that he appeared to be smiling.
Thank you, Roy!