We have arrived at our camping destination. It’s gorgeous, but a bit more rustic than we were hoping for. We have to be available by cell phone and internet for the numerous phone calls and paperwork involved in buying a house.
We did some research today with the small amount of internet service we were able to get and have decided that we’ll leave here on Sunday and head into NH to camp. The campground, if you can call it that, that we’re in right now is quiet and gorgeous, but as my husband said this morning, “it feels like we’re camping in a hillbilly’s backyard.” No offense to hillbillys, of course. Their winter spots are right off the road and there’s no cell phone service, minimal internet, no laundry, and if Tony has to travel for work, I don’t really want to be out in the middle of nowhere if we have a water or heat issue.
Vodka bottle as rolling-pin.
Paper towel as pastry brush.
Improvisation is good for the soul.
I hope you are all having a wonderful Thanksgiving and have been able to spend it with at least one or two of your loved ones. Blessings to you.
Romeo, guarding his bone and having a nice little camping nap all at once.