Wednesday, May 13
“Well, good morning to you, too!”
Three deer graze on the tender shoots of bushes growing on the bank of the Big River behind our camp.
I adjust my camera to the setting known as “through glass” and zoom in. (My technical expertise is impressive, I know. It’s limited only by smudges on the window glass.)
The mountain passes are clear of snow. This I know from looking at road cams on the website, TripCheck. The coast looks foggy, of course. More rain is on the way across the Pacific Northwest for the next few weeks. I’m sort of stuck.
If I wait for the weather to clear up, the busy season will be upon us, which I want to avoid as much as possible. Not only because crowds and traffic limit the fun, but also because coastal campgrounds fill up. And this woman doesn’t make reservations.
But, gosh, it was so cold and damp this morning that I couldn’t bring myself to break camp. Although hitching up isn’t a difficult, drawn-out process, I didn’t feel like fussing around outside. Plus the outdoor mat is glued to the muddy ground.
Later Reggie insists we go for another walk.
“Okay, you’re right, rocket man. This laying-about needs to end!”
I grab my coat and camera and the crew and I take off.
It’s warmed up some. We wind around big puddles. I dump a bag of trash in the dumpster.
Only one other camper is here.
I like national forest and BLM campgrounds. They’re rustic, the campsites get muddy, big puddles appear, grass and weeds grow nilly-willy. So? If I wanted pavement and curbs, I’d be in the city, walking the sidewalks.
We cross Big River Campground to where we camped originally, near the bridge.
It helps that I can take the solar panel to full sun simply by driving the Perfect Tow Vehicle. The PTV’s starter battery and the two AGM batteries are connected. All three are charging whenever we go down the road.
I rarely check the meter to make sure the batteries do not discharge lower than 50%. Is that a gasp I hear? Choking?
You know, it’s hard on batteries to have their charge drained lower than 50%.
(Note: Readers discuss in comments whether allowing the charge to drain lower than 50% will shorten battery life.)
I have no clue whether or not I’m doing that. I probably am, although the inverter inside the BLT doesn’t complain. (How does an inverter complain? By making an annoying screech.) Some people keep a close watch on their solar panels and batteries. Oh well. More power to ’em.
Monitoring stuff drains my mojo!
“Never mind, Bridget. This doesn’t concern you. Keep walking.”
These AGM batteries are supposed to last 3-5 years, right? The two Optimas I bought in the fall of 2011 are still doing their thing after 3 years. If they poop out tomorrow, I’ve had my money’s worth, wouldn’t you say?
We come to a very large Ponderosa pine cut down some time ago.
“Hey, Reggie, isn’t that strange? The log is bigger than the stump! How did that happen?”
Reggie likes the water!
“Are you going in the water, Reg? It’s awfully cold!”
I really don’t expect him to. I’m shocked when . . .
Out he goes!
I don’t know when we will cross the Cascades to go to the coast.
I’m taking each day as it comes.
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“Dawn and dusk at our desert camp east of the Sierra Nevada” – October 2013