By Thursday night, temps had dropped to the high fifties and this morning I tore down my campsite and packed up in cold wet winds and 45 degrees. And on the way home the winds were worse.
I am happy to report that Agatha experienced no problems--everything worked. But now she is facing being winterized and probably isn't happy about that. Next week, Don and I will journey north with his camper to Black Hawk Campground in Wisconsin on the Mississippi for the Final Fall Fling with the Midwest Glampers. We will fancy the fall foliage, feast at a fish fry, and frolic in other fanciful feats that the Glampers are so great at dreaming up.