Showing posts with label Widows Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Widows Life. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Forward Wisconsin

Hey Folks,

I am getting really busy and joyful these days.  I am visiting friends and family and soaking in Wisconsin's spring weather and greenery.

I used to live in Wisconsin for over 20 years.  My son and my sister and a few other relatives live in Wisconsin.  I have connections.

I last wrote to you from the Des Moines, Iowa area.  I had just discovered that the hinge on the back door of my trailer was bent and missing a screw.  I will start up where I left off... seeking a solution.

Trailer Repair and Lunch with Long-time Friend

I got instructions from Regis, one of my Florida friends, for possible fixes.  By the time I read his idea, I had already gotten an appointment to take it to a trailer place in De Soto, IA.  That was about 40 or more minutes drive West from my campground.   And frankly, I just didn't want to mess with it, let someone else with the tools and experience handle it.

On the same day, I had an appointment to meet up with my Wisconsin bike friend, Kay, (who now lives in Iowa) at 11:00 at a Panera near my campsite.  As soon as the trailer guy told me I could bring my trailer in, I hooked up and pulled it over to I80 Trailers in De Soto.



I was worried about not making it back in time to meet Kay, but I left the trailer with the repair place and headed back East.

I got to the restaurant before Kay and got a chance to relax and practice some Spanish on the Duolingo App on my phone. 

I had a great visit with Kay, we caught up on grand kids and mutual friends.  Though we didn't really think it through when we planned our meeting place.  We chose a Panera where you have to go in and order at the counter and then later go pick up your food.

One of us had to stay at one of the two outdoor tables in the shade and hold it while the other went in to order.  Kay went first.  

I went in to order when she returned with her buzzer that vibrates when her order is ready to fetch.  Inside there was a long line all the way to the door.  I kept thinking that Kay and I were supposed to be chatting and here we were separated.  While I was in line I heard them call her name, her order became ready.  Shoot!

By the time I got my food hers was cold.  Next time we will do a sit-down restaurant with wait-staff.  Though the food was good, we lost precious chat time.  As it was we chatted until close to three! 

I drove back to the trailer repair place and they were just finishing up.  Each door latch item cost $35.  And I got a latch for each back door.  The repair guy noticed I had to shift the latch in order to close the door full, he put a screw in just the right place so that the back door closes without that struggle.  See!  An easy fix for an expert and an idea didn't occur to amateur me.

I thought as I drove away I should have had them add more D-rings for hooking things to the insides of the trailer when moving from place to place.

The other day I tried to travel with the microwave on a yoga mat on top of the fridge.  The yoga mat wasn't sticky enough and the microwave slid off the fridge and banged up the wall a bit.  

Thank goodness the microwave still works just fine.

When I got back to camp I packed up the screen tent and the bicycles because I would be leaving in the morning.  While I was packing up a woman came over and chatted with me.  They were from Michigan and heading to visit their son in Oregon.  We connected, so I invited myself over to her campsite once I got packed up.

I took my chair and a drink over there and we talked of campgrounds, trailer maintenance, gardening, and facing our mortality.

They gave me some roasted asparagus from their garden.  Real nice!  A fun visit!  We didn't exchange last names or contact info or anything like that.  I didn't even take their picture.

I reflected as I walked away how that was a great and fun conversation.  There was no talk of careers.  I didn't even mention I write and blog.  Sometimes these travel connections come with no expectations.  Just a big hope for a few moments of connection and common ground, maybe at its best, something is learned.

Moving Into Wisconsin

It was pouring rain when I got up on Friday. I was glad that I had packed and left the trailer hooked up the evening before.  

Google told me that to get to my next campground it would take a whole hour longer if I avoided the Interstate.  I told it to avoid them anyway.  

I felt the same combination of sadness and thrill as I pulled out.  How is it that I can spend so many nights in one place and still have so much still to explore there?  I didn't even touch many of the trails in the Des Moines area.  I will need to return and spend even more time.  

I left Bob Shetler Campground, admiring the views as I departed, wondering if I would stay at that campground next time.

After three hours of driving in the rain, I stopped at a shopping mall.


There I joined all the other walkers before the stores opened up for the day.


Before I pulled away from the mall, I stepped into the trailer to check to see if I remembered to put the microwave on the floor.  Whoops, not yet!  Fortunately it was still on top of the fridge.


This is what it looks like with stuff on the floor and fastened in place for travel.


I used Googlemaps to find a place to do laundry.  I am finding that travel days are a good time to do laundry because the time is a break from driving and gives me a chance to check my email and texts and make any calls I need to make.

I passed this building up the first time I drove by.  It looked pretty rough.  It was, I think, owned by the automotive repair and car-wash adjacent.

 

I didn't sit down on the seats provided, as they and the wall were covered with greasy hand prints and shoe prints.


But the machines were clean and in good repair.  It worked and I had the place to myself.


While I was doing laundry I got a message from my sister.  She sent me a picture.  She had gifted her husband a single-prop airplane ride!  Smiles!


It was raining still when I arrived at my campsite, though it had slowed a bit sometimes.  The temperature had dropped!  I had to pull out my down jacket and gloves and umbrella.   I put the down comforter back on the bed.  

"Welcome back to Wisconsin," I thought.

I was at Grant River Campground which is a Corp of Engineers (COE) site. It only cost me $10 a night with my National Parks Senior Pass.   My site looked lovely, if it had been warm I would have opened up the back doors and enjoyed the view over the river.  

The park didn't appear to own any land other than the campground and boat launch. I didn't see any hiking trails.  If you stay there, do something on the water.  I was in site 30.  Nice site!

I was fortunately there only one night and off to Brigham County Park near Blue Mound, Wisconsin.  Driving there was a wonderful pretty drive passed lovely hilly farms and steep valleys of South Western Wisconsin.

Brigham Park is on top of one of those hills.


Each night many of the campers, local love birds, and teens with hammocks gather at the side of the hill that overlooks a field and the bluffs beyond.  On a clear day we can see (about 35 miles) as far as the mounds in Baraboo, Wisconsin.

Here are some of the sunsets I saw during my stay.








I didn't pay enough attention when I booked this campground.  I wanted to visit my son in Janesville while I was here.  Googlemaps pointed out it is over an hour drive to his place.  

I took the back roads.  It was a lovely drive! Part way there I pulled into a little park to use their facilities.  It was at the top of a hill overlooking the farm lands and forests surrounding it.  It is called Liberty Park.  A sign told me that a US flag was mounted on a pole on top of that hill during the start of the Civil War.  Men would walk to the hill and camp there and then the group of men would walk to Janesville to join the Union Army.  

I was giddy to be in that beautiful spot and learn some of its history.


I got to spend time with my son and his lovely wife!  

Last July when I visited he was having trouble breathing and his wife Mel was going into the hospital during COVID for some surgery.  They both looked much healthier this time.

Before I arrived I asked Jeremy if he needed any help with projects, I would love to help.  A couple years ago I had helped him make shelves for his garage.  He replied with a list of garden projects, weeding, removing Christmas lights, mulching.

Jeremy told he he has lost 155 lbs!  He was moving around doing yard work.  Though he had to rest often, it was an amazing difference.  I am so grateful and I sure hope his better health and weigh-loss last!

I love to weed, so I got to clear out the weeds from one of his gardens.


And pet and love on Hero, their therapy dog.



When I got back to camp, I didn't even get stuff unloaded and a large friendly man approached me.  

"Tell me about your trailer!" he said.

His name is Scott and after I told him about Lilac, he began to tell me his story.  A few years ago he had low energy and he went into the doctor.  They took tests and then the doctor told him, "You have some uncommon form of Lymphoma.  Get ready, you have about two days to live."

You can imagine the shock.  He was a weightlifter at the time and was in excellent shape.  They put him in the hospital right away.  The next day the doctors conferred and came to him.  

I should mention that before the diagnosis, Scott was a competitive power lifter.

"You are in excellent shape, we would like to use you as a case study," the doctors told him.

The study was to treat him VERY aggressively.  He agreed to do it.  What did he have to lose?

He said it was hell.  The cancer was in his brain, he got twenty spinal taps.  

"Oh my!" I said, "I heard those are one of the worst for pain."

Scott said they were nothing compared to the 20 bone marrow ... here I don't remember.  20 times they drilled into his bone.  20 transplants seems REALLY extreme.

Anyway, Scott lived and worked in Montana at the time but they doctors moved him to the best Lymph hospital in the US in Madison, Wisconsin.

He survived after all that major treatment, married his  girlfriend in the middle of the treatment plan.  She is in the medical field and helped him through it.

We talked a bit about the trails in and around the park and he said he and his wife and 14 year old dog were going to walk five miles to Blue Mound State Park and then five miles back!

I was impressed.  Again, a neat conversation but I didn't get his full name or exchange contact information.

***

I realized as I was driving to see my son, I forgot to puff my hair.  It was looking really sloppy.

When I got back to camp I warmed some water in the microwave and washed my hair and cut it.

How's it look?

I am not posting the first picture I took, inside the trailer.  The lighting was terrible and every one of my wrinkles was highlighted.  I find myself thinking... I am almost 70.  The thinning blotching skin, the arthritis, I am fortunate it isn't much worse.  BECAUSE I AM ALMOST 70!!!

Some of my friends remind me, "Your just a baby."

I am blessed with some nice older-than-me friends.  Thank you very much!

More at another time,  I have to run out and watch tonight's sunset!


Tuesday, May 18, 2021

Crossing Over into Missouri

Hello Friends, Family and Fans,

Since I last wrote to you, I have had some great moments, learned some things, and had a few (too brief) chats with other wanderers.  

The weather report is rain all day today.  It rained all night.  The cell service is nonexistent here. The unsecured-campground WiFi is being strained with so many campers shut in and seeking activity on their screens.

When I last wrote, I was still at Craighead Forest Campground outside of Jonesboro, Arkansas.  I had six nights there and I did not regret booking that many.  The campground was pretty and quiet and interesting.

After my touristy biking day I stuck around camp the next day..  I had good enough cell service that I could stream videos so I used YouTube and tried Heather Robertson's HIIT for Upper Body, no equipment needed.  It was tough for me, my shoulders and arms were sore the next day.

I tried her lower body workout the next morning and now three-days later my thigh and glut muscles are still reminding me they were taxed.  I would love to do those workouts again now, but it would be constraining inside the Weeroll and the WiFi here is weak.

I also did some writing while at Craighead, nothing like being able to write outside in a lovely place.  No biting bugs during the day!

Someone in a Weeroller Facebook group asked me for some more pictures.  So I took a picture of how I level my trailer.  I don't use the back extension rods on both sides because they squeek when I walk around inside. They even make noise when I roll over in bed.  I need to buy or find more blocks or buy special jacks.  Then I can have a solid base for both back corners.


 A guy named Edgar, looking for a tent site, came to chat with me... while standing up.  No sitting around a fire or anything.  He was a talker.  I learned he has lived many places. He is 55. He has had a stroke and has some weird ear disease and the MRI on his ears was how they found the damage from the stroke. He didn't know he had a stroke.  He has also had a heart attach. When he was having a heart attack he thought he had bronchitis. I was surprised since he seemed young and fit.  He said he lost 30 lbs after the heart attack and thinks of food as medicine.  I learned some more stuff about him, but you get the picture.  He was in town for a wedding.

On my last day at Craighead, I made sure to go to the post office before it closed at noon.  There still was no mail waiting for me in General Delivery.  I filled out another forwarding card, General Mail, Jonesborro to General Mail, Rhinelander.  We will see how that works.  Most of my mail is junk, but sometimes I get important stuff.  Soon it will be time to renew the registration on my Weeroll.  I don't want to miss that notice.  I know it needs a new sticker by July, so maybe in June I will call the office or go online to see if I can do what needs to be done.

I rode my two-wheel bike around on the trails in the park a bit.  There is another more narrow paved trail that winds through the trees and was fun to ride.  It was pretty short, though. I ended up going to the natural gardens again.



There I just sat in the swing for a while.  It was late afternoon or early evening and no one else was around.  I watched a humming bird visit some blossoms.  I pulled some weeds and used my phone to practice Spanish using the Duolingo App.
I walked around the lake still in awe about how close I can get to the baby geese.  


A picnic area was littered with confetti.  It must be so frustrating for the park staff to try to keep the park clean when people do stuff like that.
 

One evening I walked around the lake and came upon one of the beaver sitting in the water not 50 feet from me.  He was holding a stick about four feet long and four inches in diameter. He/she was chewing off the last of the bark.  I didn't want to move and spook him.  He then swam back across the lake toward one of the beaver dens over there.

On my last evening I walked around the lake but did not see either beaver.  In the morning, though, the dam right next to the campground and the trail had a streak of wet leaves and mud where the beaver had been doing maintenance.

On my last day Judy, my camp neighbor, said she was going to be out looking for an apartment for her son who will be doing his medical residency in Memphis, TN.  The bridge was out so she expected lots of traffic on the remaining bridge.  The rental market was such that she would walk into an apartment or house with two other people seeking a rental and one would take it on the spot.  She wanted to get together to chat before I left.  I expected she would be too exhausted when she returned to camp that last day.  I was right.

She is an early riser like me.  So she hoped to talk with me more in the morning before I left.  

I was almost all packed up when we got to chat.  She is from Texas but she admires that I am traveling so far.  She just goes where her adult kids are and helps out or visits.  I learned a bit more about her family.  She has an older brother with developmental disabilities that lives with her 92 year old mother.  He will come live with Judy once her mother passes. It is what it is, she said.  

I enjoyed our nice chat. 

I sat down on her picnic bench, she offered me coffee.  She has two full-size poodles that were happy to sniff my crotch and let me scratch them behind the ears.  

Judy never sat down, which was a signal to me that the visit was to be short.  I gave her a card and told her to email me and I will let her know what the Echo Bluff campground is like that I am going to next.

I pulled out by 8:00 and headed north.  The route took me into the Ozark Mountains (which are just big hills to those who live in the Rocky Mountains).


I stopped at a spring and visitors center that turned out to be on the Arkansas-Missouri border.  I went for a walk on State Line Road adjacent to the park and I crossed the border on foot.  Smiles.



After the civil war Union and Confederate Soldiers and their families would hold an event at the park.  It was an opportunity to heal the anger and divide.  Until I read this plaque it didn't occur to me that Missouri was a Union state during the Civil War. 


There is an active railroad that goes through the edge of the park.  I saw only one long freight train that slowly pulled through.  A kiosk talked of how the towns people would gather at the station when a train was expected, some to greet or send off relatives, and some just for the excitement of it.  It reminded me of the days my Wisconsin bike group would visit Trempeleau, Wisconsin and enjoy watching the trains go by.



The guy that started the Grand Ol' Oprey got his inspiration from his experience in the area.


On into Missouri and over many hills.  Hwy 19 is a scenic highway, curvy and hilly.  My van struggled at times to pull Lilac up the hills, but later in my visit, I discovered my van roared and shifted up those hills even without Lilac in tow.

The campground at Echo Bluff is lacking vegetation between sites.  It has nice large cement pads and appears to be new.  There are scattered about a few young trees.

I went over to the restrooms in search of a map of the park and trails.  There weren't any, but displayed were a lot of warnings of some of the bad stuff that can happen here.  I was beginning to wonder if I made a mistake choosing Echo Bluff.  



I soon discovered that the river that goes through the park is not the Current River.  It is the Sinking River.  Interesting name...
I walked up the road toward the lodge and cabins.  They were all very nice and looked new.
I decided to hike a trail.  I sprayed my legs and arms using Off.  This was more for protection from ticks than mosquitos.  I think I might have only gone into the woods less than a mile when I thought I had no idea how long this trail was and I didn't have cell service.  My back pack isn't packed for a longer hike.  I turned back.


I did see a deer running from me,  and an interesting large beetle-like bug.



I took a drive over to the Current River State Park which is next to Echo Bluff.  I thought maybe the camping was better.  No, it was a very rustic park.  I did make it down to an old camp and the Current River.

Back at Echo Bluff I asked the camp host how I get down to the river.  He was surprised by my question.  "There are trails all over," he said.   

I pointed to an area where I thought I had seen a trail go down toward the river but was next to an occupied camp site, "Is that a trail?"

He nodded.  

I grabbed a chair and my beverage.  No cell service, too tired to exercise, I might as well go sit with nature.  I almost stepped on a four-foot black snake with a tan diamond shaped design.  No rattle on its tail, it slithered on up a bush next to the trail.

The water is super clear. 


Notice how deep the water is... almost to my knee and yet my foot is so clear.  This is what I came to experience.  It was cold water too. 

As I sat in the chair, my feet in the water, I just listened to the birds and soaked it in.  Then I saw right next to my chair in the water was a small snake floating, it's body serpentine, its head above the surface.  It was about a foot or two long and about as thick as my index finger.  

I went to grab my phone to take a picture and the movement scared it away.  It moved so fast I had no clue where it went.  That woke me up, I was getting hungry anyway. 

It turns out Brussels-sprouts and new potatoes are good with Parmesan cheese and some pesto.


Normally people are not allowed to pick flowers in a State Park.  But I thought it would be OK to clip some clover and grass from the un-mowed grass behind Lilac.  I am proud of my arrangement.



 On a walk around the campground I saw a man and a woman at a picnic table with a begging dog.  The camper was a tiny Scamp.  I exclaimed, "You fit all three of you in that Scamp?"   They laughed.  The woman said she camps in the truck camper parked in the next site, and that the dog and the man live in the Scamp full time.

Interesting!  Sheryl calls herself a nomad. She has been living in her truck camper for 13 years.  She is a slight woman who looks like she is in her 50's.  She wears cool glasses that are red, yellow, and green.  I asked her if she had seen Nomadland, the movie.  She has not, but she is very aware of it.  Dennis was not aware of it and she explained to him it was about people like him, moving from place to place to work and being forced out of their homes due to economic events.

Dennis is rounder than Sheryl, he told me the dog's name is Pearl and laughed when he explained, "She's a gem."  Dennis has been full-time in his Scamp for a year and a half.  They had met at a campground in South Dakota and had just arrived today to meet up for a second time for fun.

I wanted to talk with them again and for longer, but they didn't invite me to sit. 

Later I saw them again and Sheryl mentioned how they it appears they had clear-cut the area to make the campground, which didn't make sense and didn't feel like an Ozark kind of campsite. 

Then it has been raining and I have not seen them outside since. 

Marie (who was going to travel with me on my way north) and I were planning on floating on the Current River.  It is a clear, rushing river.  I learned the Campground has WiFi, so I was able to find kayak shuttle places nearby.  I also learned it was going to be raining and in the 60's the whole time I am in the area.

I debated about going kayaking on my own.  Then I thought there would be other people on the river being shuttled with me.  I debated about kayaking in the cool wet weather on a cold spring-fed river.  But I decided to go.  I came to do the Current River, by dang and by gosh, I was going to do it!

I texted Debra before I left the campground while I still had WiFi.  In the conversation I told her I was going to Kayak.  I wrote this casually.  It wasn't a, notify the police if I don't get back in time, kind of message.  I thought as I rushed off that I should have explained, but she was heading out, I was heading out.  It was a quick mention.  I dismissed it.

I drove about four miles to Carr's.  I found it strange they didn't have me sign any liability waiver.  Or did I just forget?  I went in the morning when it had only misted even though the prediction for rain was 90% chance.

I was the only one!  The owner shuttled me upstream.  I got to sit in the front with him.  I complained I had forgotten to change into my kayak sandals.  He offered to drive me to camp to pick them up! It was on the way after-all. Yay!

He told me his family had owned Carr's for 51 years.  He had been working in it since a child.  He now has two children in college.  He just bought another Kayak/Canoe business up stream.  On Saturdays in the summer he has 28 employees shuttling and managing customers.

He told me that Echo Bluff was built in 2016.  He used to own some of the land and a The Grateful Dead tribute band owned land up on the overlook and would hold concerts.  The government came in and confiscated the land from the band because they were caught with illegal substances at their events.

The shuttle driver told me he saw the wild horses in the park the night before.  They were right by the bridge next to the campground.  He was afraid to scare them, and watched them mosey slowly across the bridge.  They keep the herd at less than 50.  When they get more than 50 the government captures some and either moves them to a new location or auctions them off.  

When I mentioned the clear-cut campground he said it wasn't clear cut for the campground.  Before it was a campground it was a grassy field, probably for a farm nearby. 

We arrived at Pulltite where I would start my ride.  He gave me a sit-on-top kayak to use and provided a flat life flotation cushion to sit on.  The purpose was to keep my bottom dry as the water tends to puddle in the seat.  But it didn't keep my bottom dry, however after three hours of sitting, I was sure glad to have the cushion!

He also gave me a life jacked which I wore and it helped cushion my back and keep me warm.  I also felt more secure later in the little rapids I paddled through.

Next to the Pulltite put-in is the Pulltite Federal Campground.  It was probably 10:30 or 10:45 when I pushed off and started my float.  Not far from my start, I saw a woman sitting criss-cross at the entrance to her tent pitched on the stony bank.  There was one folding chair in her camp indicating she was on her own camping there.  As I floated by she asked what was the weather report.  

"Three days of rain," I replied loudly to shoot my voice across to her.  

She asked if I was alone.  

"Yep, I am the only one on the river today it seems," I said.

As I passed I thought about turning around.  It was clear she was on her own and wanted conversation. Me too!  It would be a lot of fun meeting her and chatting.  I am sure she had a few stories to tell.

There is always something new to learn, some soul to connect with when traveling.  I debated too long, it was too much of a struggle to get back up current to park and chat.  I regret that I didn't ask her if she would mind.  I regret I didn't take that opportunity.

But let me tell you!  The paddle was awesome! 

The shuttle driver told me about a spring I could walk back into.  I would see it on the right.

When I saw how much water was rushing in from the right, I didn't think that was the spring, but another river merging.  But there was a sandy location to pull off and a path next to the stream to follow.  I followed the path... I took this video.

As I walked back to the kayak on the path I started to worry that I didn't pull the boat out of the water far enough and I would get to the beach and my boat, water, backpack would be gone.  I was very much relieved to see it was still there.

Here are more pictures and a video I took at a bluff as I floated by.  Note, I didn't do any zooming or scanning with my camera, this is all from the movement of the kayak as I filmed this weeping bluff.

 










 I was on the river three to four hours.   At one point as I squatted on a sandbar, (rock bar really, the stones have not been ground into sand yet), I looked up and down the river realizing I didn't have to hide to pee!  It felt surreal to be out maybe miles from anyone, no cell service.  

I didn't see any animals other than a mink walking on the river's edge.  A few turtles pretending to soak in some heat from a very cloudy sky.  

I saw a great blue heron, king fishers, a gold finch, a pretty all blue little bird that was probably an indigo bunting.  What I didn't see, I heard.  All the way down the river was bird song in stereo.  Pretty cool.  I can't identify many birds by sound, but I think some kind of thrush and a phoebe (fee-bee) was among the mix.

It began to mist and then rain a bit.  I had my rain jacket on and fortunately I also had packed a light jacket.  So I added that under the raincoat when I started to feel the chill in my bones.  I arrived at the bridge that was my marker to tell me I had arrived at Carr's landing.  It was just at the right time.  I was done, and ready to get warm.  I walked into the store before walking to my car.  I wanted to let them know I had arrived safely back.

I had packed my laundry in the car before I left to kayak, so I headed the 19 minutes to town to do laundry.  As I was driving a big red-neck truck got on my tail.  The driver was more used to doing the curves than I was, he seemed impatient.  Then my cell must have come in cell range and I heard the familiar tones from my phone that a text came in.  I glanced quickly and saw it was from Debra.  

Oh yes!  I needed to let her know I was back safely.  She must be going bonkers!  I had texted her I was going kayaking just as a side comment, I forgot to let her know where and how much time to expect me to be gone.  I had probably texted her at 9:30 before I left camp.  It was now after three p.m.!  But this dang curvy road with no shoulder to pull off on and that aggressive driver on my tail made it impossible to let her know I was OK.

I finally came to a wide driveway to let the jerk by.  I went to text Debra, but no cell service again.  I would have to wait until I got to town.

Debra said she was about to call the police, she didn't know if I had gone out on the inflatable SUP or what, she had no clue where I was.  Oh my!  I need to be better at letting her know stuff if I am going to hope she will send someone out when I need her to.  I called her and assured her I was OK and what I had done.  I texted her some pictures.

The place I did laundry was also the office of a motel/cabins/and RV place called Shadylane.  There were a bunch of pictures on the wall from artists that had stayed there.  I recognized only two, not in this picture.

I was starving and still chilled so while my wash was swishing, I went across the street to a Mexican restaurant and ordered dinner to go.  The street was in the old western style, and the stores were geared toward servicing horse owners.  There were shops selling horse trailers, horse riding gear, western style fashions, a blacksmith shop, and more.

As I drove back to camp it started to rain.  It rained all evening and through the night.  I debated this morning about pulling out and driving toward my next site a day early in the hope of encountering better weather.  I started to look for a campsite along the Katy Trail, which I will be crossing over to get to my next camp site.  

But then I saw I had some semi-decent WiFi today from the campground.  Less people must be streaming than were streaming last night when I couldn't do anything online.

The WiFi isn't fast.  Uploading pictures and videos go like this:  I select the pictures and start the upload.  Then I do something else while the computer grinds away.  If it is raining, I do some house chore inside (like make the bed or straighten the fridge).  I read or study Spanish.  If it is only misting or not raining, I grab my umbrella and walk around a bit, or do dishes outside.  

On one of those walks I went down to the Sinking River.  I realized how much area is covered in stone. Areas washed out by flooding, rushing waters.  The river must really flood sometimes.  

I am grateful I am not in a tent.  I am surprised at the number of people in tents that are sticking it out.

This afternoon after 1:00 it is supposed to stop raining for a few hours.  I have a trail I want to walk.

I want to thank the folks that offered information and assistance when I asked questions or voiced a concern.  Bill sent me a link to the Long Long Honeymoon Channel on Youtube.  In one video they were rating off-shore power boxes, for plugging in off the grid. Another video was on how to monitor the weather in your area when you are traveling and what to do when a tornado is in the area.  Good stuff!   

One thing I did was make sure my phone alerts were set to "on".  If there is a danger in my area I will get an alert.  All cell phones have this function. Another thing I did was to make sure my weather app is allowed to access my location so it can give me weather and alerts where I am.  In fact today, if it stops raining, I can check my app and it will tell me how long I have before it starts raining again.  It tells me if it will be a mist or a downpour.  Pretty cool! It is not always accurate.

I can time my walking breaks for rain-free periods.  In fact, that is how I know that at 2:00 I should be able to go for a walk because it won't be raining at Echo Bluff State Park.  Though right now at 1:10 it is pouring.

I have been writing to you today since 6:30 this morning.  It is now 1:30.  I took breaks to let pictures and video upload.  This writing to you takes time, but that is what is so great.  Even a rainy day gets filled with fun stuff.  And you and I stay connected.  I love the comments and the emails I get after I send out a post.  Thanks for traveling with me.  

Oh!  Speaking of comments and emails.  Thanks to Kathi for volunteering to read the rough draft of book three.  Now I have two people to pre-edit and offer content suggestions, Kathi and Sandy.  Yay!

Now it is time to watch the rain fall and do something else.  

I hope your day is filled with moments that delight you.



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