It’s a good thing we moved here yesterday.
It’s been very windy all day today. When we arrived, I made the mistake of backing the Casita close to the concrete bumper at the back of the site. I hook up water and electric and unhitch the PTV. I go to let the stabilizers down and, uh oh, the concrete bumper is in the way. So . . . we’re rocking and rolling!
Bridget and Spike remember where we take our morning walk at Elephant Butte.
The crew and I are off to “Laundromat on Third” with a huge bag of dirty laundry.
That task done, we go to Walmart. I couldn’t find a high spout for the kitchen sink . . . no surprise there. I’ll order it through http://www.littlehousecustoms.com. I’ll also order some LED light bulbs from http://www.ledtrailerlights.com. I did get some super glue, so we’ll see how the light lens repair goes. I cruise over to the pet section for a bag of dog food. The crew has plenty of food, but I’ve resolved to have a back-up bag because I tend to forget dog food and then we run out. Oh, I should get them some chew bones. The only size bones are tiny or huge. I opt for huge. Spikey’s gonna’ love this!
I get to our campsite and see a white truck parked there.
It’s Chip and his assistant, Jack. They’re here to check that everything’s set for the heater installation tomorrow. Chip places the heater against the fiberglass base of the bench seat to make sure there is enough space around it. He shows me that he doesn’t need to make a big cut into the fiberglass, just some screw holes and a small hole.
He tells me I can send the installation kit back because he doesn’t want to use it. He wants to use copper pipe, not the hose in the kit, and he has the other parts. Good. Some money coming my way. Chip insists that I get a carbon monoxide detector before he comes back tomorrow afternoon. Okay. Back to Walmart we’ll go.
I put the laundry away and take the crew for their afternoon walk.
Spike is so proud of his bone, he insists on carrying it around the campground, holding it in his mouth like a big cigar.
It’s like he’s letting everyone know, “Look at THIS, you campground canine losers! I’ve got the biggest bone in the world!”
I can’t help but laugh. When we get back home, I hurry into the Casita and grab my camera. These photos were taken right outside the door.
Bridget likes chew bones, too . . .
As long as Spike softens them up for her! She waits patiently for Spike to tire out from all his ferocious chewing. Then she moves in and finishes it. Her bone sits untouched, until Spike is ready for some more chewing.
Not long afterward the new camp host knocks on the Casita door.
Bridget and Spike bark like maniacs. I push them back with my foot and manage to squeeze out the door.
“Did you know your hose is leaking?”
Oh no. We walk around to look at it. The sand and pavement under the Casita are wet. A close inspection shows it probably needs to be replaced as the leak is at a place that can’t be tightened. It’s too windy to make sure. I turn off the water. Oh boy, a new hose, there goes twenty bucks. Well, I’ve got myself a new, all-purpose hose.
I fix a big salad for supper.
Gee, it’s good to eat some fresh vegetables again. Bridget and Spike are disappointed, though, because salad means no enticing aroma and no treat for them. They’d rather I have some more crockpot chicken!