Packing up and moving out

Last night was a doozy. Hot, humid and still. Around 2AM a couple of coyotes roamed the campground, yipping and howling and waking up Daisy. Poor little dog doesn't feel too well and not from a lack of sleep. She ate deer poop like they were chocolate-covered raisins at our previous RV park. The ground was littered with piles of poop. While the deer might be charming in one respect they're a constant nuisance in many other ways. Anyway, the poop diet's done a number on her gut. So today no Cheetos, pork rinds or wine for her. She's back to kibble, white rice and Pepto Bismol. We may have to take her to a vet to see what's going on. But enough about Daisy's rear end.

We're listening to the radio to find out where the rain is headed. Clouding up quickly here in Giddings. The only radio reception is Christian-based, far right wing, anti-Obama, Limbaugh/Hannity and the only TV reception is a Fox station. God, it's enough to make even a somewhat conservative liberal like Paul want to eat deer poop and die.

In a couple of hours we'll be on our way to Lake Conroe's Thousand Trails park north of Houston. That means packing up our camp site which we have it down to a science. It takes us around twenty minutes to connect or disconnect the water hose, sewer connection, electricity, cable (when we have it), and lower the leveling jacks that stabilize the trailer on the ground.

Clean-up is even faster. I can whip this rig into shape in fifteen minutes or less. That includes dusting, doing the dishes, sweeping the ten square feet of floor, and wiping down the bathroom. Of course, remember, it's only 17 feet long. It's good to feel at home in such a small space--our rolling home on wheels for another four weeks. Or so we think.