Terri and Peter's RV Adventures

(Posted July 17 after a torrential downpour of 2 inches in 4 hours and no Star Link and intermittent power. )

It’s early evening and to let you know how hard it’s raining, Lily, the water dog, refused to leave the trailer. Cali ventured out in the downpour to do her business and then take a drink from the pool of water in front of our steps before coming inside and spraying down the trailer with a hearty shake. Welcome to camping with dogs!

The day was generally slow paced in a woodsy camping kind of way. It’s very quiet and neighbors are far away from a campground perspective. We took some hikes right off our campsite to Lake Michigan, illegally threw chuck it balls in the wide open grassy playground because no one was there and eventually Lily and I went to the dog beach late afternoon. The fog had started to blow in portending weather changes. There was a chill in the air, which was at once a relief from the hot sticky temperatures of earlier in the day but again, there was that foreboding. It didn’t help that the weather service issued a Tornado watch and flood warning for our specific area. What to do when you’re in a trailer? Just ride it out I guess.

The ranger at the office said Lake Michigan usually wards off tornadoes, which I knew from my youth but flood watches? We’ve already heard about disasters with floods and when you’re in an unfamiliar place you have to rely on the locals to tell you whether or not you should really worry.

I made a quick run into the town of Two Rivers (where I wouldn’t want to be right now; those two rivers before heavy rains already looked high on their banks), to buy a few staples at Piggly Wiggly, the main grocery store in town. I was tempted to buy Peter a Piggly Wiggly sweatshirt and still might. It would make a great hanukah present.

Returning, Lily and I went to the deserted dog beach to get her yayas out. The fog had set in and was blowing north to south. The tips of the trees were draped by a thin veneer of fog and the vast Lake Michigan had been reduced visibly to just off the shoreline. The steady roar of the waves as they rattled the shoreline lulled me into my own world. The fog added a sense of coziness in a wind whipped kind of way.

When we returned, we packed up in preparation for the heavy rain. Our drive to our next campsite is only three miles but we will have a water hook up which will be important. It’s a change of scenery and I hope for the good. But for now, we are immersed in the woods, rain pelting our trailer and stomachs full from a home made pasta sauce improvised for the road. It probably wouldn’t make it into the New York Times best selling recipes but it worked for us tonight.

Hopefully, Star Link will let me publish tonight. Otherwise, there’s always tomorrow!