After driving to Quarry Park this morning, we passed out calling cards to new met friends, stowed the water hose and electrical cable, retracted the slides, and withdrew the jacks.  We made the short drive to the dump station, where we left a “load”, but actually both the black and gray tanks were less than 1/2 full.  We departed Quarry Park, perhaps for the last time this year, and I drove to Mountain Home Glass for some repairs.  We’re both glad to be returning to the house, but will miss camping.