Wow, if this isn’t a sweatshirt and flannel pants day, I don’t know what is!  Our heat isn’t turned on yet, so I can hear the rain, too. I have a hard time letting go of open windows.

Well, there is so much to share from our camping trip last weekend, that I’ll  have to break it up.

And speaking of kitty litter, we had a great time with Buffy on this trip. Those of you who know Buffy realize that this is the cat who swings from the dining room chandelier and why would we decide to be in an enclosed space with her all weekend? Well, for one thing, there is no chandelier in the camper. I know that some of you think we camp in comfort and have turned our backs on real camping in a tent, but we truly are still camping camping.

We have no water. at our site. The pit toilet has a cement floor, but we have to drive to it. (I know, I know, a cement floor?? When I first saw it, I thought it was heaven)

There are also no people. The pit toilet that we drive to has four sites nearby and a boat launch. And no water. We use good old Brooklyn Park water and store it in two gigantic containers, which, this year, because of the lymphedema, I had to ask Lance to lift and tip for me. Always thinking…

I should say there are plenty of people in the area; moose hunters abound. Blaze orange and pick ups are the norm. There was one guy out for a walk with his neighbor’s beautiful chocolate lab, and he was carrying a gun. Just in case, I think.

Because we are in moose country. I decided that before we go camping up there again, I’m going to buy Lance a blaze orange Speedo, swim cap and towel. He always has to go in the water wherever we are.( I had to talk him out of swimming in the breakers and riptides on Prince Edward Island) I want to make sure that the moose hunters know he’s a guy!!!

Just a note about moose…they are BIG. When I was still teaching we drove up for the weekend to see the colors, arriving around midnight at the site we were just at. As we were turning off the main road to take the access to the lake  less than a mile away, our headlights caught a moose browsing in the ditch. He turned his head and looked at us. And, at that moment, I realized that his legs were so tall that the bulk of his body was ABOVE the grill of my Jeep.  Yep. Above. You can bet that I was watching the area carefully as we set up camp less than a mile away.

And that was just the start to that weekend. Soon I was to realize that my suitcase wasn’t in the back of the car. Yeah, the suitcase with my warm clothes and my meds.  It was behind the front door at home and we didn’t see it when packing.  We had to drive into Grand Marais and ask the pharmacist for carry over drugs, and then go to Ben Franklin and buy  warm clothes. Oh yeah, and I was up most of Saturday night with a gall bladder attack. Great times.

I just remembered, that was also the weekend that the spare tire was stolen off the Jeep, but that was in Brooklyn Park before we left.

Wow. I talk a lot. Well, I guess I’ll write about the kitty litter sifter’s sweet spot tomorrow.

See you then.

Love yah,

Janet