Wednesday, April 1
“Do you think it will snow?” I ask the woman ringing up my purchases at a thrift store in Ely.
“No, I don’t think so. All winter long, whenever they said it’s gonna’ snow, it didn’t.”
She puts the DVDs in a small plastic bag and hands it to me. “We’ve hardly had any snow at all.”
Five movies for ten bucks. Not bad. Cold days and nights ahead. Whether it snows or not, I’m prepared!
I head over to True Value Hardware.
A variety store is housed in the same building. I buy a cheap thermometer, laundry detergent, and look for a sweater for Bridget (didn’t find one).
In the men’s clothing department I discover four different choices of Merino wool socks.
Ooh, these are nice . . . super warm. Hmm . . . . I wonder if they sell them in women’s sizes.
I check the women’s sock rack.
Boy, am I a dreamer. Everyone knows women don’t need warm socks. I could, however, buy a thin pair of dress socks with hearts running up the side. What is it with the archaic stereotyping that will not go away!
I return to the men’s sock rack and find the smallest size.
I wear a size 7 and even the smallest men’s socks are too big. Darn it! I wish I could order a pair of wool socks from Amazon!
I hope they turned that dang generator off. Or, better yet, I hope they’re gone.
No such luck. They’ve run the thing all morning and there’s no sign of them moving out. Well, we’d better move. Even if they leave, someone else will surely take their place. I’m not going to listen to that for hours.
I leave the crew in the PTV and hitch up.
I have a full camp to pack up…. the pen, chairs, mat staked down, etc. I secure the interior. What a pain! I just set up this camp!
“Okay, let’s find the best possible camp far away from the RV loop.”
I find a beautiful site in Loop A with a view of the mountain (in the photo above).
My grumbling is replaced with happy-happy.
“Look at this, guys!” I exclaim as I walk them among the cedars and pines around our new camp. “Isn’t this nice?”
In the evening I watch “Ocean’s Eleven” with George Clooney before turning off the heater and calling it a day.
Thursday, April 2
5:30 a.m…. Reggie stirs.
Time for a potty run . . . Bridget doesn’t move under the comforter as I snap a leash on Reggie’s collar and open the door.
Photo taken later in the morning
I giggle at the surprise.
It’s hardly daybreak. (I’ve lightened the photos below the best I could).
When Bridget gets out of bed, the three of us quickly explore the snowy campground.
The crew and I eat breakfast and I check the blog, drinking a cup of coffee. Bridget and Reggie snuggle under the covers. The heater is on high.
When the sun lights up the windows, we go outside again.
We take several short walks in the campground, always in a hurry to return to the warmth of our home.
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