Molitor is back at the campground packing everything up. Everything was higgledy piggledy last night as we decamped to the motel. And things hadn't improved this morning by the time Molitor headed off. So it turns out he left us at the motel with, among other lacunae (like my wallet and clothing for Beatrice), no diapers. Beatrice had a poop so I had to take off her diaper. And now she's diaper-less (and pants-less). But that didn't stop us from going to the neighboring Dunkin Donuts, with one of the motel's washcloths tucked under her naked butt.