It’s Day 373 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Back in Ohio, I’ve heard, Richard Michael DeWine is rattling The Sabre of Fear once again.
Whatever. Deb and I are fine.
Campgrounds, whether public or private, state-run or commercial, aren’t for everyone. Lots of people object to being stacked and packed like so much cordwood. I definitely get it.
Some campgrounds are better than others, that’s for sure. Even within a place, some sites offer more space, better grading or are more level.
Right now we’re at an old commercial campground that’s under new ownership and undergoing a transformation into an “RV resort.” They’re doing a nice job with amenities, putting in concrete pads and such. The place is definitely still under construction.
All the sites are relatively small. We’re in the section that still has gravel pads and sketchy drainage, but the hookups are solid and we had no trouble leveling our bus.
We’re just fine with this place. Our site’s near a corner and faces a steep wooded hillside behind the roaring creek, a little natural visual relief. We have great neighbors, too.
It doesn’t hurt that we’re approaching this life with the right attitude.
As picture-perfect as yesterday was, today was a complete meteorological bust — steady rain, swelling the adjacent creek and producing standing water everywhere. It’s the kind of day that takes all the “glam” out of “glamping.”
No matter. We enjoyed our day anyway.
I took my morning coffee in the handmade stoneware mug I bought yesterday from the old pottery. I caught up on some maintenance and repaired a balky switch up on the flight deck.
Deb and I walked back and forth along the creek a number of times, gauging its rise and marveling at its force. We played with the dogs. And we laughed a lot.
Dinner was taco salad. We expect to end the day with “hand-forged” moonshine we bought in town yesterday. I chose blackberry, Deb’s is cola and cherries.
Before we close down completely, though, we’ll have some “mitigation” to do — this’ll be the first of three straight sub-freezing overnights. I’ll disconnect the fresh-water hose from the hydrant on our site and bring our pressure regulator indoors. We’ll run both furnaces (as opposed to the heat pumps) and turn on the radiant heater in the wet bay.
Temps may drop as low as the mid-20s by Friday morning. Some say we’ll see a few flakes of snow in the air. We’re in for a chilly couple of days.
We’re in good shape here — plenty of propane and fresh water onboard and empty holding tanks, plus a good 50A feed. Plus the whole attitude thing.
Situations like this are why we’re doing a shakedown. Everything is a test.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.