After a very long nine months, this week we have our camper out, about an hour and a half from home at Maquoketa Caves State Park. It has been so long that we forgot to level the trailer front to back before we put the jacks down. A little do-over there.
The bad news? The forecast is rain for every day we are here and so far this morning, the weather guessers are right. Last night was dry but cool, and we did manage to get a campfire along with a hearty supper of taco soup and enchiladas, followed by fruit filled tortillas warmed over the fire. Weather does not dampen this group's enthusiasm for meals!
There are at least three black cats here--there could be a thousand and they only send out three at a time--but they obviously feel a real sense of ownership. Neither of us are cat fans but one has taken possession of one of our lawn chairs.
We are prepared for inclement weather. We have a new game and at least one movie that some of us haven't seen. Nearby Maquoketa offers diversions; there's even a winery close by. Of course I have books to read and three to write. After all, this park is the scene of the first Frannie book, Bats and Bones. Hopefully by Thursday, we'll get enough dry hours to hike along the beautiful caves.
But we won't starve, and for now we are snugged in. I think both of us are reassured about our ability to do this kind of thing in spite of my husband's cancer. For the benefit of anyone who uses supplemental oxygen and wonders if it makes camping out of reach, go for it! We have my husband's concentrator in a corner of the living area and it isn't as loud as I thought it might be. For outdoor activities and trips to other campers, the portable concentrator works quite well. Of course, getting one of those is slightly more difficult than getting Russia's military secrets but that's another story.
We are prepared for inclement weather. We have a new game and at least one movie that some of us haven't seen. Nearby Maquoketa offers diversions; there's even a winery close by. Of course I have books to read and three to write. After all, this park is the scene of the first Frannie book, Bats and Bones. Hopefully by Thursday, we'll get enough dry hours to hike along the beautiful caves.
But we won't starve, and for now we are snugged in. I think both of us are reassured about our ability to do this kind of thing in spite of my husband's cancer. For the benefit of anyone who uses supplemental oxygen and wonders if it makes camping out of reach, go for it! We have my husband's concentrator in a corner of the living area and it isn't as loud as I thought it might be. For outdoor activities and trips to other campers, the portable concentrator works quite well. Of course, getting one of those is slightly more difficult than getting Russia's military secrets but that's another story.
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