Early this morning in the course of fixing the hitch on the trailer Paul wrenched his back and is now icing it on our bed (that's the bed on the left). Daisy's tied up outside but in a few minutes she'll be back in her cell (that's on the right) for our ride east to Pensacola.
I found an RV park in Pensacola that PROMISES to be a quiet spot to camp for a couple of days. At many parks you sacrifice quiet for a convenient, easy-to-find location. The one here in Biloxi was recommended by the Mississippi tourism folks. It's okay but noisy since it's barely 300 feet off I-10. Paul says next time we might as well park in the median strip on the freeway. It couldn't possibly be any louder. The dog doesn't care--she's going deaf. Still, it's all about that little fleabag. We're on to Pensacola.
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Keep it clean, please. And nice. And complimentary.