A slightly warmer night, it’s all relative because it was still cold, and the hound and I took our morning constitutional through a surprisingly quiet campground. The Chili Cook-Off must have been good, either that or the accompanying beer was plentiful. Anyway, the damp and drippy walk to the dumpsters was quiet, and the hound must have decided that the bins were raccoon-free as she actually walked right up to them this time.
Dear Mrs. Toad took advantage of the quiet morning and caught up on some much needed sleep. I read and tinkered on my phone while Willow dozed quietly next to me. We lead quite the rock and roll lifestyle, don’t we?
I always enjoy my coffee when camping and, while I’d have liked to have been outside, sat inside was OK this cold morning as I worked coffee magic with the second of my AeroPress thingumybobs. The coffee is so good using the AeroPress that I quite forgot to have any actual breakfast!
It was around noon that we actually galvanised ourselves sufficiently to have a sort of a brunch, then start to break camp. We’ve always had an issue that when you’re packing up, most tasks have to be done serially, that is you can’t move onto the next task until the first one is complete. This time I just went out and hitched right up all by myself, while the good Mrs T did her stuff inside. As a result, we were packed and ready to go well before 2pm, which is quite some going for us. Willow, of course, was being Willow and it wasn’t until she was in the car that she really began to settle; the thought of heading home probably helped.
I absolutely love driving through campgrounds when we're hitched up, watching the faces of the people still there. You can see it in their eyes; a Minivan towing that? How can it be? Magic, friends, magic.
The weather was considerably improved by the time we made our way to dump the tanks. As the photographs show, the sun was shining and the it was considerably warmer than before - just as we were going home, too.
While I was connecting the slinky hose to the outlet, another camper remarked to her husband that he ought to get disposable rubber gloves like mine for when the messy stuff has to juggled. He looked a bit surprised, like he’d not ever considered such a thing. I thought it wise not to suggest his wearing flip-flops on his feet (feet are easier to clean than shoes when they’re covered in doo doo), but I thought that might be a bit too much information.
Our run home, avoiding the bridge, was uneventful and it was with some sadness that we backed onto our driveway ready to unload. We still have to prep Towed Haul for storage, but that was our last couple of nights camping for 2018. Sad, sad, sad.
Mind you, the dog was happy to be home!
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