My Hiding Place

Where I go to escape the world.  :)

Where I go to escape the world. 🙂

When I’m stressed out, or when I can’t sleep — or when I just need a little space of my own — I hide out in the Casita.

Remember the old song from Paint Your Wagon —  A Million Miles Away Outside My Door?  That’s how I feel when I’m snuggled down for a nap out there.  I also use Ron’s bed then.  His is 3″ wider than mine, and that makes a unbelievable difference in comfort.

I don’t know why I offered him the bigger bed.  I’m a lot fatter than he is!  Just doing the wifely thing, I guess.  But it sure is fun to get to enjoy the big bed now and then.

The RV guy came today.  The new furnace part didn’t fit exactly like the old one did, so he had to take it out and fiddle with it for a while.  But it’s finally working — beautifully.

He had injured his leg and was in an ankle-hip brace, so was unable to stoop to rework my battery wiring.  He said February is his slowest month, so I’ll make a shopping list of all kinds of little projects I’d like done then.

We’ve got reservations to camp with Cozygirl and Mr. Jerry for 3 nights next week.  It looks like the weather will be warmer than we originally expected.  In the low 70’s!

After that I want to head to another COE on the AL/GA border far enough south that the days will also be in the 70’s there.

And just catch up on camping, on quiet, and on the glories of autumn creation.  🙂



On the shore


Persistence under adverse conditions

It is still far too hot for hiking and, despite a brief afternoon thunderstorm, still too dry for mushrooms.

So we walked along the lake today to explore the shoreline.

I was intrigued by the way the plants there have adapted to adverse conditions in strikingly beautiful, creative ways.

I also came across a litter of feral kittens.  I only got a brief glimpse of them before they raced into the culvert that was their home.  One looked like a siamese — beige coat with dark ears and



tail.  One was charcoal gray striped.  And I don’t remember how the others were marked.  I went back later to see if they had emerged from their hiding place, but saw no sign of them.

Not a lot to say today.  I’ll let the photos do the talking.

Another lesson in adaptability

Another lesson in adaptability



A critter home

Some critter's home

Feral kittens' home

Feral kittens' home

Canada geese

Geese on the lake

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