60 Days In

 May 30, 2024, marked our 60th day living in Believeland amidst the wilds of Geneva State Park nestled along the shores of Lake Erie near Geneva-On-The-Lake. Personally, I'm happy that we are doing this. We appear to have adapted well, although I think that the night critters tend to startle Opal. That canine flinch, in turn, ignites Anna's offensive defense reflex, which, in turn, gets me out of bed at 3 am with a flashlight and a bad attitude. 

A few observations...

Geneva Rocks...

This is really true...

And solitude, as we know it, has ended...

The sun came out when it had to...

...then it rained...

 

..and rained...

...and rained.

The promise of new life...

...a promise broken by some damn varmint...

...and a renewed vow to create life by a brave pair of robins.

The duties of Camper Host have been greatly reduced by the return of veteran Camper Hosts Mary and Steve, along with Russ and Brenda. Warmer weather has helped move the wetlands back into the woods. There are millions of maple helicopters, and there must be some cottonwood around giving the impression of a light snowfall along the roadways.   

TV reception is pretty much limited to a couple of stations in Erie, PA. I kinda miss Fox8 in CLE, but I'm definitely getting more done earlier in the day.

I still haven't touched my guitar, but have a few ideas messing up my normal train of thought. I'll probably annoy you with my compositions in a later post. Lucky you.

By the way, if you subscribe to my nonsensical ramblings, you'll get an email advising you that I got either a wild hair or a magnum of wine and wrote something new. 

Yippie!!! A reason to get out of bed!!!

Keys To Being Stupid

 

I'll be the first to admit that I am not an expert in the fine art of camping, but I'm not a novice either. The other day, I made a stupid, rookie mistake, the consequences of which just kept on snowballing. 

Typically, when I make the weekly trip home to take care of biz, I'll grab a quick shower in the comfort of my own bathroom. Thanks to a talented and efficient dog groomer, I had to drop the shower from the itinerary.

Friday I grabbed the laundry and my shower stuff and drove up to the laundry/shower house. Laundry facility was basic, but did the job quite well. While the duds were in the dryer, I shed my jacket and sweatshirt in the van, grabbed the several bags that had fresh clothes, towel and my grooming goodies, and hit the shower. 

It wasn't until I was wet and naked that I realized I had left my soap and shampoo in the van. Damn. My only choices were to take a soapless shower or dry off, put on my pants and fetch the missing items. I desperately needed soap. As I went to put on pants, I came to the realization that the keys were not in my pocket. Damn. They were locked in the van in my jacket pocket. 

I had to go soapless. Eww!

Fortunately, I had a spare set of keys in the camper. On the walk back from the shower I recalled locking it up when I left. Damn. I was going to have to disturb Anna's nap and make her hobble to the front of the bus and unlock the door.

Moral---Don't lock anything unless you know exactly were the keys are.