Andy over at
My Old RV survived a Texas hailstorm that delivered softball-sized stones for 10 minutes. His home did not survive. Go read his story. I'll wait.
Our rig has been swaying for twelve hours; my lunch will not survive. We're parked in an unfortunate place (where the wind is).
We had a lovely and odd weekend with our friend, Su, who traveled a long way JUST to visit us. We laughed at a lot of inappropriate things that I won't share, but here's a hint:
sixth grade.
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| L to R: Denali, Jake, Whitey, Su, Goldie, Annie |
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| Another foot of clearance and a composting toilet, and this would be the perfect rig. |
I said the weekend was "odd" not
just because Su was here. While we sat out here, a huge truck came up the road, except it was really a mini-haboob. We grabbed the dogs, not knowing what they would do, and the dogs grabbed us for the same reason. Once that oddity settled down, a
swarm of Africanized bees passed directly overhead. Don't mess with us. Unless you
really like frogs and gadflies, let our people go.
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| Denali and Jake. Or, is it Jake and Denali? |
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| Dude, what are you lookin' at? I'LL LOOK WITH YOU!!! |
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| I STILL DON'T SEE IT BUT THIS IS GREAT RIGHT? |
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| DUDE COULD HELP A GUY OUT YOU KNOW. |
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Jake is socially-awkward
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| This flower was not urinated on all weekend. It has survivor guilt. I have urinator's guilt. |
