Planning does not always guarrantee success

I realize that no matter how well we plan our lives and perhaps concentrate on really important dates, total control is not always ours.
For instance: I knew I would be leaving Jackson Hole, Wyoming on Monday morning and since check out time was 11:00AM, I would have time to wash all of my clothes before then and still be able to dry them after checking out. No problem.
Except for placing the clothes in a dryer and scheduling the completion of the drying cycle around 11:30AM would give me 15 minutes to pack everything else onto Mozi (did I mention my Moto Guzzi motorcycle has a name?). I stopped by the office to officially check out, hand in my key cards and settle up any outstanding charge for dinner on the first night.
I then rode Mozi over to the laundry cabin and parked her under a huge tree to shield her from the gentle mist that was earlier forecast as morning showers by the weather channel. Everything was working as planned and with a quick folding of shirts, pants, socks and the like, I should soon be on the road again and able to focus on the next town, the strangers I will meet and somehow try to convince to share with me their own stories of Freedom or Freedom lost.
"Really?" I spoke out as I jiggled the door to the laundry room only to notice that I no longer hold a key card to this jail where my garments are now being held hostage.
No problem, as I started to walk to the office for a temporary card which in a few more minutes and a round trip walk back would prove to not work the electronic lock.
I believe I am the one who constantly tells people around me,"There are no problems, only opportunities.".
Wait, there's more. I called the front desk using my cell phone and entering the 800 number on the seemingly useless key card and found the man on the other end to be very helpful and offered to make an additional key and personally come down to let me in. Just as promised, a familiar face holding, not one, but two cards, arrived and apologized as he attempted to gain access to Fort Knox. The look on his face was priceless as he called maintenance to have a locksmith dispatched to our location,"Roger that!".
Meanwhile, another could approached the door and politely asked how I was doing. I said I was good and would be better if they were locksmiths. They both looked at me a little puzzled as the little green LED light on the electronic door lock blinked and the latch made a click and suddenly, as if by magic, the door swung on it's hinges to a full and opened position.
I followed they keepers of the mystical key into the vault to release my cotton and denim items from bondage.
As my hand reached inside the dryer to grab the first lucky item to be folded, I felt a little moisture in my hand. The 45 minute cycle did not do the job. I had to place another 8 quarters in the slotted slide bar and send them into a bottomless pit of coins for the honor of removing all of the moisture from the deepest, thickest parts of the Levi pockets and thick socks.
This problem, or series of, gave me time to sit and chat with the couple who was also waiting for the dryer to present them with comfortable clothing.
So, the 45 minutes turned into an hour and I enjoyed every minute of our time together. Talks of Religion, Hot Rod cars, Southern California and and art exhibit in this town that I totally missed filled the minutes spent at the picnic table outside. Oh yeah, I may have spoken about the Freedom Tour a bit. Or a bit too much!
Now, it is after 1PM and I will get on the road as soon as the rain moves away from the area.
Heading south west to Freedom, Wyoming/Idaho. Yep, they are the same town right on the state line.
Mozi on...
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