Tuesday, November 3 (continued)
I back the Best Little Trailer as far as she can go into our campsite.
I’m thinking we will only be here for a night or two and I won’t unhitch. The Perfect Tow Vehicle and the BLT are 34 feet. Together they fit into the campsite, but just barely.
By the time I put out our usual paraphernalia to make our site into our home, I’m ready to stay put for a few days. That decision made, I unhitch. That’s why the BLT is jammed up against the oleanders.
Okay, don’t panic about the oleanders!
They are all over this section of the campground and, yes, I’m aware they are poisonous if ingested by dogs. No need for concern; Bridget and Reggie don’t chow down on bushes.
The plants are past their bloom time, yet there are a few blossoms remaining that reveal the variety of colors.
Looks like spring!
“I see you have South Dakota plates. Is that your residency?” he asks. “I have South Dakota, too. No taxes.”
Ben is a friendly guy and soon we’re chatting away. He has a small trailer about the size of the BLT and he pulls it with a truck.
The camp host rolls up in his quiet, electric golf cart.
He greets me with a cheery hello, the way camp hosts do.
“That’s Bob,” Ben the full-timer informs me. Bob the camp host looks at his clipboard and the site’s post number.
“I haven’t paid yet,” I tell him. “I’m going to walk my dogs up to the pay station right now. I promise.”
Obviously Bob and Ben are pals.
“Oh, I hadn’t figured that out yet,” I reply, looking at Ben the full-timer. “We’ve only been talking a few minutes.”
Bob the camp host hands me a pay envelope.
It’s a good thing he does this because I read where it’s written, “Cash only, no checks.” Oh yeah, I remember this from last March. Good thing I have all the denominations.
I locate a twenty and a five in my purse, and the crew and I walk up to the pay station.
We’ll stay five nights. That will take us to Sunday.
(In a subsequent conversation with Ben the full-timer I learn that Las Vegas Bay Campground fees are going to double, effective the first of the year, to $20 for regular, $10 for seniors.)
Reggie does his best to make sure the water isn’t potable. Truth in advertising!
Walking the campground I recall our stay here last March.
We found our Reggie and brought him to this campground. We camped here for several days. I wanted us to have time to become acquainted and to establish our routines for Reggie before hitting the road to a new camp.
That was a special time. Reggie has matured a lot in the past seven months. The photo shows the baby face that captured my heart. He still has those floppy ears!
Wednesday, November 4
When there’s a break in the rain, the crew and I head out for a walk. We never get very far before having to return to the BLT in a hurry.
The rain on the roof lulls the crew into long naps for which I am very grateful. I heat up water for a cup of raspberry tea. One burner going on the stove for a short while takes the chill out of our living space.
Between the internet and my Paperwhite, plus frequent sprints out the door and back with Reggie and Bridget, it’s a good day. The three of us snuggle together in the covers and stay warm in our raspberry-scented home.
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