I awake again to the honking of geese out on the lake.
This entry is for Wednesday, September 14th.
I raise the blind and see fog has completely obscured the mountains. The crew is soft and warm under the covers. They’re still asleep, but I have to go to the bathroom.
Sorry, guys! Time to get up!
The mountain air and lots of exercise make Bridget and Spike deep sleepers.
I jump into some clothes, put Bridget and Spike in their black suits, and we’re on our way. I’m glad I didn’t give away my winter coat. There’s a slight rain and it’s cold, so I put the hood up. Back at the Casita, I turn on a burner to heat water for tea. The crew go back to bed. I’m surprised how the one burner takes the chill out of our little home. After a bowl of cereal, I go back to bed, too.
I had considered leaving today.
It doesn’t seem like a day for travel. Oh, let it rain and later the sun might burn off the fog. I’m going back to sleep!
Around 11 o’clock we ride over to Angel Fire.
I want to go to the library for internet access. I wonder if the town would have the same mystique if it were named Pigville. I doubt it! Eagle Nest is another great name, easy to market. For a brief period in its history it was called Therma. Not quite as inviting!
Bridget and Spike don’t usually like to be left alone in the PTV. Today is so damp that they appreciate the heater and don’t put up the fuss like yesterday. The librarian recognizes me with a good morning and I settle in at the back.
It takes me about two hours to do emails, read comments, make blog entries, and post photos. When I come out of the library, the sky is blue and the clouds are white! Wow! I never expected this!
Back at camp I take the crew on a walk down to the fishing area.
About seven or eight boats went out today.
I’m hoping I’ll hear about what fish have been caught, but anglers are either out in their boats or sitting down below along the shore and I don’t want to bother them.
We watch them for a few minutes. Thinking about freshly caught salmon almost makes me want to take up a rod and reel again. Not that I was ever good at fresh-water fishing. I did okay fishing salt-water in Florida . . . once upon a time, long ago!
I think about hitching up tonight to get an early start.
I don’t even know where I’m going yet! And after a long walk with Spike and Bridget, I’m too lazy to hitch up. I’m glad no one’s keeping track!
rvsue
rvsue and her canine crew 