Yesterday, when the weather went from worse to worser, the weekend campers evacuated pretty fast, taking advantage of a couple of breaks between deluges to hit the dump station and skedaddle. Good thing, too. By midafternoon, when a line of those red blobs that are almost purple started moving across the state radar, it was not a good time to go anywhere. Our camping buddies Ken and Harriet, who had been judging a barbecue contest near Boone, headed this way to join us for our last night here. Visibility got so bad they had to pull off.
They finally made it, bearing Ziploc bags of sumptuous barbecued chicken, brisket, and pork from the contest. We were glad to see them,too. After naps we gathered here for BBQ and potato salad. About bedtime, the wind and rain struck again. But we survived.
Every trip is different. This time, when we were not engaged in wedding activities and were in the campground, the weather was such that we spent more time indoors than usual. Butch discovered that he hates the frosted glass in the door because he can't see out. Our water pump has conveyed that it is apparently on its last legs. We read a lot and ate a lot of cookies. Time to pack up and wrap up another one.