I can’t put my finger on exactly why, but I loved camping at FDR better than I did at the more beautiful and spacious Amity Campground. It’s odd because Amity had huge, expansive water views, while FDR’s lake is more like a large pond.
FDR is old, and maybe that’s why I like it so much. It has a comfortably worn, down home feeling about it. Our deeply shaded site suited us perfectly. I felt so happy and relaxed there.
Yesterday afternoon the rain moved in, so we cocooned with games and internet until the thunderstorms started. Then I got off the computer.
Right after dinner, Sheba started whimpering like she had to go to the bathroom. So I bundled up in rain jacket and flip flops and took her for a walk in the downpour, through the water running in the streets, while thunder boomed and lightning flashed all around us.
Sheba didn’t have to go. She just wanted a walk. She thoroughly enjoyed it. And while I would never admit it to Ron, (lest I lose my martyr’s halo for walking Sheba in a storm) I also thoroughly enjoyed the walk.
It got cold overnight! It went from the high 80’s on Wednesday to a damp, chilly morning in the high 50’s. I even turned the furnace on to take the chill out of the Casita, and Ron and I both wore light jackets until around noon.
We got home around 3:00 to discover that the little veggies in my Earth Boxes are thriving. When we drove up, Ron commented, “We can have salad for dinner!”
And we, of course, are already dreaming about our next trip!