The case of the missing keys, and jump rings!

We took the time to do some touring around Tucson today.  We are actually staying between the airport and a VERY large Air Force Base.  Our touring today took us along the west side of the base.  It is very big and impressive.  They have a wing of F-16s and A-10s here, at least.  We've been entertained by the fly-bys as we sit outside.  Since we are in the flight path of both air fields, there are some that complain about the noise.  Not me, man.  You can tell I'm a real airplane geek and retired Boeing guy, because when I here the noise of an airplane, I hear either the sound of money :) or the sound of freedom!

Anyway, we found a place to refill one of the propane tanks.  Given all the news about how propane and heating fuel prices have sky-rocketed this winter, we were expecting to pay through the nose.  Not so, here.  They were very reasonable, which is an unexpected bonus.  

Whenever we travel someplace, I always have a running list of things that I want to see/do.  And being a jewelry-maker, that always includes local bead stores.  We found one of the places on my list and I scored some beautiful (and reasonable) jump rings.  I'm already visualizing the beautiful chainmaille bracelets I'll be able to make from these.  :)

Also, when we travel, I always have 2 sets of the fifth wheel keys with us.  'Cause well, ya never know when that might be important!  As we got in the truck to leave today, I noticed that only one set was in the "normal" truck storage place for the keys.  It kinda concerned me, but I figured that they were safely in the "normal place" in the fifth wheel.  When we got home, I checked -- no keys.  Uh oh.  We looked everywhere for those darned keys.  Under the seats in the truck, all over the obvious places in the trailer, drawers, baskets, cabinets, all the coat and hoodie pockets.  Heck I even took all the dirty clothes out and checked the pockets of those.  I looked.  Max looked.  Nothing.  Argh!  

We started contemplating taking everything out of the basement, thinking that maybe they jumped in one of the decoration boxes we have in there.  For those of you that RV, you understand what an undertaking that can be.  One can get a lot of really important (and sometimes, not so important) stuff crammed in the basement of a fifth wheel.  

Max was making one more pass through the trailer and happened to reach out and check the pocket of my apron.  Voila, keys!  Seriously????  Doh, Marci!  :)