August 11: Ugh! Not a pretty picture
It’s been raining for two straight days and everything is soaked. There are big puddles all around our campsite and a small river is forming next to us. The extended forecast isn’t providing any hope. A low pressure area sitting in the Gulf is not expected to move for a week.
The dogs are curled up under the camper where it’s not too wet. They’d rather be inside the camper, but that’s not going to happen as far as I’m concerned. Daria is on the other side of that argument, which is not good for me. It means the camper will smell of wet dog pretty soon. In fact, as I write this she has gone outside to wipe off the mutts – and here they are.
It could be worse. We could have three dogs. It could be cold and windy. We could be in a tent like the people near us. We’re living high and dry and in luxury compared to tent camping in the rain.
We’re making the best of it all: reading, writing, napping. The dogs are happy now. Happy dogs, happy wife, happy life.