Nappanee Notes 2

We are still here at the Newmar Service Center having work done on our coach. The service center here is immaculate. A man who worked on aircraft engines said that this place was as clean as his work environment. As I watched our service tech clean up, I thought that they needed to be housekeepers along  with all the other skills required for employment.

This is Kirk, our very - knowledgeable service tech. He has been very helpful, not only in what he can do, but in his ability to communicate what he is doing. He sees that our coach is picked up at the lot in the morning--Ed doesn't drive in the dark--and gets it back in great shape in the afternoon. He has worked for Newmar for 9 1/2 years. I am very grateful  that he has been assigned to us. I have seen him advising other service techs, and that adds to my confidence in his work. Thank you, Kirk.

Nappanee notes

Here we are, finally, at the Newmar complex in Nappanee, Indiana, ready to begin the process of having work done on our coach. Some of it will be repair, some maintenance and most repair work still under warranty.  We are scheduled for seven work days. They will pick our coach up at 6:15 a.m. Each day and return it at closing, a time I am not yet familiar with. Meanwhile, we will find ways to occupy ourselves. Since we are not towing this year, we will have to make arrangements for transportation, once we decide what we want to do.
Nappanee is a bit of a dead zone for wifi, so I am behind in posting. Two stops on the way here are worthy of note.

This winery was in Cologna, Illinois, off I 80 on U.S. Hwy 6. We stopped for what turned out to be a scrumptious lunch. I had a wonderful chicken mandarin salad.

This is what was left as I was beginning to think I was full. But the coup De grace of the day was the desert.

Ed and I shared what may have been the most delicious rum cake I have ever had. Of course we couldn't leave the winery without doing some shopping. I bought some wonderful wine items and a bottle of a chocolate wine. I haven't opened it yet, so will report on it later.
As we passed through Chicago Heights on U.S. 30, we had lunch at a restaurant called Carlos'. Even if I hadn't known where I was, I would have guessed I was in the Chicago area. That old, well-maintained Italian restaurant just said "Chicago" to me. There were some classy touches, like salad dressing served in mini gravy boats.

The food was good. Ed had an enormous Italian sausage sandwich and I had broccoli shrimp fettucine. As we left the restaurant, Ed said "that is my kind of restaurant."