This is Day 370 of 15 Day’s to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are ok, thanks.
According to folks who keep track of such things, locally we may have had as much as ten inches of rain in 24 hours. We’re high, relatively speaking, and we’re dry. The river just beyond our front bumper has risen a couple of feet and may come up more yet, but we’ll be beyond its reach.
It’s been a useful experience. We keep reminding each other, as much as we’re enjoying ourselves, that this isn’t a vacation — it’s a shakedown, a maiden voyage, an opportunity to expose issues that need correcting. We’re learning how to live in this coach before we actually live in this coach.
It’s going very well.
Here at this small RV park I miss having a campfire, but I have to say that the sunsets over the river are worth the price of admission. Everything we heard about the place is true — the facilities, the setting, the people, our time here has been first-rate. For us glamping types it’s a hidden gem, and Deb and I would love to come back again.
In the morning we’ll pull up stakes and roll south a half-hour, probably punctuated by a stop for groceries. We had the presence of mind today to call the campground where we’re headed tomorrow — it’s bounded by a creek, and we wanted to see if the place had been affected by all the flooding.
Our spot will be fine, we were told, but all of the campers in tent sites along the creek had to be relocated to higher ground. It’s springtime in the Tennessee mountains, and they’re used to this.
This will be an extended stay, seven nights, our longest time yet in one spot. Since it’s a conventional campground we’ll have a chance to exercise more of our gear and establish a routine.
We might just manage to work-in a little good old-fashioned tourism, too. Stay tuned.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.