CAMPING - Morgan Park in Marinette County with the grandson along

Ohhh ---  Stealing the grandson and heading out camping is just a wonderful way to spend the weekend, doncha think?    It's autumn in Wisconsin, the air is crisp, the bugs are gone, and we love to go camping!

On Friday morning I drove down to Green Bay and got our grandson, Jameson.  His mommy had him all packed and ready, and sure enough he was waiting out in front of their apartment, surrounded by his back packs, toys, and car seat!   (and his mommy too)   He was sooo eager to hop in the car and go go goooo!

After hugging and kissing his mommy goodbye, he helped me with the grocery shopping--- things like his little favorite boxes of cereal, some juice boxes, bananas, hot dogs, fruit snacks, cookie dough to bake and yes, can't forget his Bah-Nol-Da Bars!  (granola bars)   We loaded up the cart with all the delightful things we could find, and most of all, on top of the heap we put a KITE!   Yes, a kite... and he carried it out to the car, and all the way home for 35 miles he clung onto that kite.  Even when he dozed off, his little hands were clinging to the package.

Once we got to our house, he helped me put all the groceries into the motorhome and he INSISTED we get his car seat strapped into the front passenger seat of the motorhome.   Then he wanted to get IN the car seat and wait for his grandfather.  I tried to explain to him that it would be three more hours till Granfaddah got home from work.  But how does a three year old perceive the passing of time?

We went inside the house to wait and he ran right to my loom and started to weave.  He didn't care for the plain white portions of the towel I was working on.  He wanted to use the boat shuttle with the multicolored cotton thread on it.  He understands that we have to do two levers at a time,  1and3, then 2and4  -   that makes the plain weave portions of the towels.  But he wanted to keep putting in bright colored stripes instead the plain boring stuff.  Who could blame him?

We passed the time with a pleasant weaving session, and we were talking and playing till Granfaddah got home from work.   Then it was time to hook up the Tracker and GOOOOOOO!

We decided to head north to a little Marinette County Campground called Morgan Park on Timm's Lake.  We don't often go there, as it's such a popular park and usually full all summer.  Now that it's fall, the reservations are done with and we can have any site we choose.  We pulled in and took number 31, but almost every site is of good enough size for us.  There are about 5 or 6 other campers here but it's very quiet and not too much going on.  Just the way we like it!

www.marinettecounty.com/parks/camping/morgan_park_campsites/

The rate is $15 a night and includes electric.  The water spigots throughout the park are already drained and turned off for the season, but there is still water available down at the dump station.  We had filled our tank before leaving home, so we were good to go.

Jameson was eager to take a walk right away with the dogs.  So around we went, and he met two other little tots,  Gabriella who is 8 and Joey who is 5 but almost 6 he says.  (next April)

Soon it was getting dark and we started some supper. I saw a special treat on tv the other day.... Just take a roll of grand flaky biscuits and separate them and mush them out kinda flat... add pizza sauce, pepperoni slices, mozerella cheese and a bit of parmesan on top with italian spices.  Yummm  mini-pizzas!

(left to right... mushed biscuit, sauce then pepperoni slices then the cheeses and spices for topping)

Of course, Jameson gobbled them up quick as a wink! 

Saturday morning was crisp and cold, only 41 degrees.  But we were cozy warm and snuggly, and got in some morning cuddles with the little guy.   Soon he will be too big to cuddle with us, so we better get them while we can!   He and Granfaddah shared their little boxes of cereal, per their ritual, and got the day off to a great start.

Doggie walks and exploring the campground were on the order of activities, and then his new friend Joey came over to play for a while.  They took out the sand toys, and played in the gravel.  Oh well.  Dirty but fun!   Amazing how two little boys can play, side by side for an hour, with the toys, but barely say two words to each other.  Each lost in their own little world of play.

Granfaddah had some motorhome repairs to do.  First off, the side fender skirt was loose, so he use the rivet gun and put in a new piece of galvanized steel to re-attach it from the inside.    Then he wanted to make sure the clearance lights were sealed in good with silicone, as that is a point of entry for leaks.  Needs to be checked yearly, and it was as good a time as any to do some maintenance.

Later after lunch, we took the little guy down to the open field in the park.. to fly his kite!!!  My oh my was he ever excited!  

We got it put together and had three of four oops crashes on the ground, but finally it was flying----  Granfaddah held Jameson who held the kite handle, and they would run with the string, kite and all.   And did it ever fly up high!!    Until....

(yes, it was reminiscent of Charlie Brown's kite-eating tree)

Granfaddah tugged, Granfaddah twisted, Granfaddah pulled, Granfaddah yanked... but nooooo ---   sadly that tree would not give up the kite. Granfaddah contemplated CLIMBING up the tree to free it, but Granmuddah put the kabash on that idea.  No broken legs for a 99 cent kite!   Much to Jameson's dismay, we finally said the tree could KEEP the kite.   Off we went to the playground for a while.

(playing with the "Panoramic" setting on my tablet camera) 

Then we went to the lake to throw in some rocks and have a Skittles Picnic on the table.  That made him feel better about giving up his precious kite to that nasty kite-eating tree.

It was time for a nice long nap, after all that busy work.  So the very tired Granfaddah and Granmuddah took a nap right along with the little guy.  (we all needed it)

We needed to bake some cookies, and had along some pre-made cookie dough.  Jameson put them on the parchment paper and Granmuddah handled the oven part.  We were camping with electrical power, so we used the convection oven to make them.  We don't use it too often, but we did it and they turned out okay.  Usually it's either burnt on one side or raw on the other when using our convection oven.  Sigh.

We spent a nice evening enjoying a campfire and cooking up a traditional camping dinner of hot dogs, brats, sweet corn and a kettle of Whacky Mac (macaroni and cheese)  to round out the meal.  Followed up by Some-mores over the fire, what more can you ask for?

Almost bedtime, it was imperative to toss this grubby little boy into the bathtub.  Good thing we have a big tub and shower in our rig, because this dirty little guy played so hard he had dirt in every fingernail and both ears and in his hair and on his face, etc.   So tossing him in the tub with a pile of toys, he can keep himself amused for an hour before asking to come out.  He was almost falling asleep as I was drying him off and putting on his jammies.  He suddenly was on his second wind!!!  Total energy rechared!  It took over an hour before he was zonked out in his Blues Clues sleeping bag.... and time for Granfaddah and Granmuddah to enjoy a glass of wine and reflect upon the day.

Peaceful and quiet, the campground was into sleep mode as the fire died down and it was time to crawl into bed ourselves.  The air was cool again, down to about 40 degrees overnight.  Fall camping is so pleasant!

Sunday morning was sunny, but rain is on the way.  Thunderstorms are forecast for the afternoon, and we are thinking of packing up early to head home before noon as I write this.   Today is a Packer Game Day at noon, and we only get in three PBS stations on the tv here at this campground.   Plus, I am going to do some seamstress work to alter a dress that Heather needs to wear for standing up in a wedding, and I can get that done at home before they come to take back the little guy.

Sipping coffee at 8am with Steve, and the little goofball kid is ramming around after eating his do-do's (powdered doughnuts) and getting geared up with energy for another day of fun.
 Oh, and we were also contemplating the wisdom of this sign, not only for the county park guys who decided it needed to be printed up, but the sign makers must have wondered what is was supposed to tell people to do... and mostly the park worker guys who had to install it????

The little kids from across the way came over to play some horseshoes with Jameson and help brush the doggies for a while.  Kids always seem to like to have a turn to brush the long haired Collie and Shetland Sheepdog  (Lassie and Little Lassie).   Soon the awning was dry enough from the morning dew so we could roll it up, stow the chairs and mat and head on our way.

With little Jameson, of course, in his navigator's position to show Grandaddah the way home again.

RV Safari Visitor Jeff - and getting some looming done

Last night we had a fellow Safari-ite Jeff from Illinois stop on by ... he is "trekking" up north to the U.P. and stopped by for a visit.  I say "trekking" because the model he owns is called a Safari Trek.   It's the same year as our vintage rig.   The guys found a lot to explore and share and show about their motorhomes and their upgrades and modifications.

It's an unusual model compared to most motorhomes, because there is a living area, kitchen and bathroom in it, but NO bedroom.  Wonder why?  It's because the bed is on a suspended platform that is lowered for sleeping, and then raised up during the day and becomes part of the ceiling!

It's a sensible use of space.  This way the rig can be shorter and more maneuverable, about 28 feet, but still have all the amenities of a full-sized rig.  It has all the same features and fixtures and cabinetry and quality and style in the Treks just like the Serengeti, minus a bedroom.  

The bed raises and lowers electrically, and it makes sense to double up the livingroom into a bedroom space.   Steve wanted one when we were first looking at motorhomes, but we ended up with the full-size Safari instead. 

Jeff wanted to check out the roof coating job we did on our rig, as his is getting due to have a coat of elastomeric paint put on his filon (fiberglass composite) roof.   Steveio hauled out his handy-dandy telescoping ladder to do the job.  I think Steve just likes clicking it up and down for the fun of it, and likes any excuse to take it out to play with it.   LOL   Jeff also checked out our solar placement for the panels that we did on our roof.   YAY for solar... free power!

Jeff brought along his companion, a darling 3 year old lab named Maggie.   (When she has is naughty, Jeff said it's "Margaret")  She shared her ball with Duke and Ducky, but kept a close eye on the guys and what they were doing to the motorhomes.    In the pic below, Steve was checking out how Jeff's air bags are on his rig and the shock setup too.  I think Maggie was waiting to dive in for a lick or two before he got back up on his feet. 

Jeff's door was not closing right and had air leaks and it made noise, so Mr. Locksmith to the rescue and he had it figured out how to make it close tighter.  A few twists, turns, drilling and pounding... and soon it was fixed!   (he had done ours a while back and finally remembered how to correct it)

The guys discussed adding more solar, adding to his battery bank and all the fun stuff we could do to our rigs to make them even more comfortable to use.  

Jeff headed out to stay overnight at the new little rustic City Park Campground along the lakeshore of the waters of Green Bay.  I offered to let him park in our driveway overnight.  But I am sure Maggie is enjoying the beach this morning, even if it is frosty cold out there.   Our thermometer read 35 degrees this morning!!!  ACK!   The TV weather reporters said they had record-breaking snowflakes up in Rhinelander, not too far from us.   This is wayyy to early for snow in September in Wisconsin.   BRRRRRRRR

Maybe Jeff will stop by again on his way home next weekend.  Hope so, because we enjoyed having him visit.  Any of our RV friends or blog readers who come into the area are more than welcome to stop on by!   Drop us a note and let us know when, and our driveway is always open!!!

I have some weaving stuff going on here in the loom room this week.  Now that the weather is cooler, I feel like getting more stuff done.   

I finished warping up the table loom, and added supplementary warp threads of a variegated cotton to make stripes in the towels.  It has colors of terracotta, blue and green and remind me of the Southwest last winter.   So I might call them my Southwest Towels?   

The Dean's sherbet container is weighted down with small rocks, and the rest of the colored supplementary strings.  During the weaving process, each time I advance the woven towel on the loom, I just pop off the lid, pull out more, and snap the lid back on.   There is enough of the cream base warp on the back beam of this table loom for about 40 towels.  By having the supplementary colored warp separate, I can change the colors of the stripes for every few towels if I wish.  Saves my getting bored weaving 40 towels all the same colors.  

Here is a towel started up with the edge.  The woven product is still "grey goods" meaning it is freshly woven but not yet washed.  So it looks loose and meshlike.  Once it's washed, because it's cotton, it will firm up, fluff, up and become a lovely towel!   That is why I have to weave them at 24 inches wide and 36 inches long.  Once they are washed, their finished size will be closer to 20 inches wide and 28 inches long.

I will do a birdseye twill border with the same variegated yarns and some cross stripes every three inches too.  Here is my graphic of my pattern I made up.  It's one of my favorite patterns I designed myself. 

Here are some of the towels finished up, using green for the supplimentary warp colors.

One of my big rug looms also needed new warp (strings).... I buy very strong cotton/poly warp from Great Northern Weaving in Kalamazoo, MI.   The shipping is the tough part because the small box of 24 cones of warp come to about 12 pounds.   This time I am using a variegated warp with some soft beige, tan, sage green and cream.   

The process to wind a warp on a loom is rather tricky.  All of the cones set on a rack and all 24 threads are wound on evenly and perfectly with tension into each section.  I am winding up 15 different 2" sections across the back of the loom, which will be wide enough to weave a 30inch wide rug.   I am winding on 70 turns of appr. 1/2 yard each turn.   Of course as the string builds up in the section, it's winding more than a 1/2 yard around.   I figure this is about 40-50 yards of warp thread.  That will let me weave off about 30 one yard long rugs or a few longer runners and then less matching shorter rugs.  

I enjoy doing this, but some weavers find the process tedious and frustrating.  (that is why I sell a DVD to teach people how to do it)   A nicely wound even warp is a thing of satisfaction to me. 

The blue tape you see is only temporary. I use it to hold the ends into place and keep the strings in order until I thread them all through the loom.  Crisscrossing can be a disaster, so the tape holds them until I get them threaded through the harnesses and reed.  

In this case, all I have to do is tie each string end onto the old threads still hanging down that are still threaded through the harnesses and reed.  Then once they are all tied on, I only have to pull them through and the loom is threaded up again!  Easy peasy!

I am packing up a finished rug to ship out today.   I told the customer that there are two other coordinating rugs that match it.  It's a one of a kind fabric that I won't have any more of.  So it's either buy them now or never have the chance to buy at a later date.  She said she will get the first one, and then consider buying the matching ones if she likes the first one enough.  This is the fourth customer this summer who has gone on to buy the additional rugs that match their first choice.  I think I will try to weave all my rugs in groups of 3 or 4 that coordinate from now on.  It seems to work out good that way!

So that is about it for things going on in my Loom Room today.....

HAPPY NEWS ... and over 101,000 views!

Our son Dan called us last night, with a huge smile in his voice.... yes, he and his lovely wife Heather are expecting again!   Wheeeeee    They heard the heartbeat, and she is 10 weeks along, due date in April...

So our three grandkids will soon number FOUR!  

Little Allegra chattered to me on the phone, babbling about BAYBEE, MOMMY, and SISTER.... can you tell she is excited too?   She was adorned in her Big Sister shirt for the evening....

Allegra will be 2 in December, so just the right age to be a good helper girl for the new baby sibling.  

The cousins are happy to know there is another on the way!  

I am sure there is enough room for another cousin to join in---

And now for the other part of my title:

Wow, I have had over 101,000 page views on my blog!  Can you believe it?     and there are almost 200 regular followers!  

That means there are people out there that are actually interested in what I am saying?  

Seeing the pics I am posting,

hearing about our camping trips, 

learning about our motorhome projects, 

catching up with our family and grandkids, 

and all my fiber fun loomy stuff?   

That is just mind boggling to me. 

Thank you so much for tuning back in each for each new post and reading about our lives!!!


Soooo I have been tossing around the idea of putting Google Adsense Ads on my page to earn some income.  Other RVers use the Adsense program to bring in a few dollars each month.   The ads don't take up a lot of space on the page, just three ads along the side or across the bottom.  I read about other RVers who have a nice little check that comes each month from carrying the ads on their blogs.

As many of you know, Steve's take home pay has been severely reduced by our recent Governor's antics here in the state of Wisconsin.   If putting these ads on my blog will bring in a few bucks to help with our diesel costs, it will allow us to keep on camping more often.  More camping = more fun blog stuff to write about!

Adsense ads will start to appear on my blog in a week or so.  They are supposed to be geared to the content in the post, so they may be about campgrounds, rv parts, knitting yarn, children's products, who knows?

By agreement, I am not allowed to ask you to click on them once they appear, but if you find any of the ads to be of interest, please click away and explore the advertiser's sites if you wish.  Each click earns a small amount of income for me, and you might find something you wanted to get more information on!

If you don't like the ads, just pass them on by and keep on reading my blog please?


Off  to the loom room, I am winding warps and preparing fabric for some rugs on order for Snap Snap Snap Paula and Mel.  The weather has cooled down considerably, and I smell Autumn in the air, along with smoke and eye-burning vapors being blown across Wisconsin from the big fires over in Minnesota. Let's hope the rain falls and they are extinguished before any further damage occurs.

Have a Happy Week folks!

CAMPING - Veterans Memorial Park Campground where Dukie lost his Palookie

After looking at the gorgeous weather report, we decided to trust the weatherman and snuck off to a close-by campground for the weekend.  Not too far away is a nice little rustic campground called Veteran's Memorial Park in Marinette County.  It's a clean, well kept park with 15 sites and $10 a night rustic camping.  Nearby is the waterfalls and a nice picnic and playground area down from the campground.

We pulled through and saw two sites with tents, and one site with a fifth wheel ... that was it.  So we backed into a nice site and set up.   Tall pines and soft grasses, lovely sunshine and no winds.  Ahhhh and it was peaceful and quiet!  Hung out the shingle and we are "HOME"

Back at the intersection of Parkway and Cty W is a small bar called CrossRoads.  We have been there before for fish fry, and afterall it WAS Friday night... so we hopped in the Tracker and zoomed back three miles for a wonderful fishfry and a few drinks.   Back to the rig before dark and we enjoyed a quick walk around the quiet park with the dogs.  We said "HI" to the guy at one tent, and "HI" to two gals at the other tents.  Nobody around the fifth wheel, it looks like they just pulled in and shut it off and stopped there.  Truck still attached and not a soul around.  (turns out the whole weekend there wasn't anyone there morning, noon or night?)

It was pleasantly warm and the almost-full-moon came up.  We listened to crickets and other soft noises of the night.  It was a great evening and we were thankful to be camping in the Good Ole USA, free from the horrors of the terrors that happened in New York and Pennsylvania 10 years ago.   Let us pray that never ever happens again on our soil.


We woke up Saturday morning to sunshine... yes!  The weatherman was right!  The skies were blue, there wasn't a lick of wind, the humidity was down and the breathing was easy.   This was snapped right outside my bedroom window.  What a lovely way to greet the day.

We brewed up some coffee and ate some apple pie I had baked the day before for breakfast.  LOL ... but later we cooked up some taters and eggs to nourish ourselves more sensibly.

I had out the sock machine.... worked on some yummy alpaca socks and some rich heavy wool ones. I am trying to build up stock in my Etsy online store before the seasonal shopping starts.  Last year I could not even keep up with demand!

http://kareninthewoods.etsy.com/

(those are Steveio's tool drawers open next to me)

Steve got himself busy with a project----  

I already wrote about the particular project Steveio worked on in a separate blog:

MOTORHOME MODIFICATION - changing 110 fluorescent fixture to 12 volt

He said it was a "ONE BEER JOB"

By noon we were ready for lunch andthen a nice long nap. Ahhhhhhhh  Remember how peaceful I told you it was here?   Not a peep from anyone or anything.  Shhhhhhhh  naptime was so pleasant.

We were lazy all afternoon and decided to grill out some chicken breasts and sweet corn.  I had made up a potato salad earlier in the morning so that had a chance to chill.   Steve brushed on (sparingly) our Andria's Brush On Steak Sauce, a gift from fellow bloggers Jim and Dee of http://tumbleweed-jimdee.blogspot.com/  Boy oh boy, we love this stuff and are using it in tiny dibs and drabs to make it last longer.  Yummmmm

Speaking of fellow bloggers, I was laughing out loud at Al's post today on The Bayfield Bunch...  just read about the measures he has to go through to ensure a seat in his own lazyboy recliner?

The Bayfield Bunch

Back to camping....

After supper, we decided to take a bit of a walk with the doggers from a path in the campgrounds down along the river towards the waterfalls in the west end of the park.  We had taken that path before, or at least we thought we did.    We got deeper and deeper into the woods following the river.

As we got further along the riverbank, the path got sparser and the brush and trees got thicker.  We knew if we kept following the river to the west, we would reach the waterfalls and the steps up to the picnic area.  But it was slow going through thick brush and no path.

At one point, Steve climbed up a very steep bank to see if it was easier going up on higher ground along a ridge.  At the same time as he went up about 20-30 feet above me on a very steep dirt slope, little Dukie started to fall DOWN the bank and towards the river!  I tried to lunge for him as he rolled on by, and the collar slipped right off his head and down down down he went, tumbling over and over!  I fell down trying to grab him and I landed myself up against some trees along the bank as the little roly poly Sheltie plunged INTO the river ...  totally underwater!  He didn't come up right away either!!!!  I screamed and Steveio flew down the dirt embankment, scrambling down quickly as best he could.  He managed to get Duke after he re-appeared above the surface and guided him along to a shallow spot to lift him out.  

Little Dukie dunked his Palookie-Butt in the river!!!

(just look at that face-- he was pretty scared!) 

We managed to get back up the slope, with one very wet, very upset dog.  We found our way back to the campground and I gave him a nice soaking bath in the tub to clean him up.  I think he was so relieved to get back to his own camper, his own water dish and his own comfort of being on high ground and OUT of that river!

Saturday night, we sat out relaxing around a campfire while the dogs dozed along side of us. The moon was coming up and the owls were hooting and the small animals of the night were rustling around nearby.  It was sooo nice.

We still hadn't seen anyone come or go from the fifth wheel next to us, and not a peep of a sound from their camper.  No water heater kicking in, no cabinet doors slamming, nothing set up outside.  Strange.

THEN the noise began.... some young people had come into the park about 10pm and set up on a site far on the other side of the campground.  We could not see them, but we sure could HEAR them!   I felt bad for the folks in the tents, as they could not drown out the "Rap Krap" music thumping through the air, shattering our peaceful quiet woods.   There are no rangers or campground hosts in such tiny rustic campgrounds, so we thought heck with it, let's go to bed and closed up our dual paned windows in the motorhome.  They really drown out the sounds from outside, and we had a nice restful sleep.  

At 7 am we are rudely awakened by a firm KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK on our door...  on a Sunday morning at 7 am?  Are they nuts?  I opened a window up a crack to speak to them.   It was one of  the young men from across the way, with another one standing out by the road.  They asked frantically if we could give them a jump as their battery was dead.  Figures, after playing their music all night long from a car stereo???   Too bad, so sad, we didn't have any cables along anyhow.  Steve had last taken them out for the car a few weeks ago and had not replaced them.  Sent them on their way with a firm slam of my window.  

(we didn't offer to fire up our generator and hookup their battery to our standalone auto battery charger either--- for anyone else we would have, but not for them after being so rude all night long to everyone else)

I imagine they didn't pay for their campsite and were rushing to get out in the morning before any rangers came through.  I was not going to get up and get dressed just to walk over and write down their license plate number either.  I went back to bed.  Sorry, not my problem.  Sounds bitter of me, but folks who don't respect others, don't deserve a helping hand either.

Later a ranger did come through, and had talked to the gals in the tents, and then Steve too about the noise, as the ranger was cleaning up the bottles and cans strewn all over their campsite.  Sigh.  Now see why we didn't bother to help them?

We did mention to the ranger about the absence of anyone next door at the fifth wheel camper.  In case there was someone in there sick or whatever.  So he went over and checked it out and made a report on it.  Noting they had been there since Friday but not occupying their rig.  (rules about that)  We just didn't want to find out that someone was gravely ill inside and not able to get help.

We decided to hop in the Tracker and take a ride on Sunday.   We checked out the new state park north of there, called Gov Tompson State Park (after a previous governor)  ... the campground portion is not open yet, but it's a huge park and will be nice once it's ready.  The cost is going to be only $12 a night and $5 more if you want electric.
http://dnr.wi.gov/org/land/parks/specific/govthompson/

From there we went further north on Parkway up to find McClintock county park, and it sure is a nice place!  The last 6 or 7 miles is all dusty gravel, which is a concern to rear engine diesel motorhomes with air cleaners back there.  Can get *dusted* pretty easily which can harm the engine pretty fast.  But the campground was rustic along a river above a rapids.  Many of the sites are in deep pines, overlooking the river with great views.  I think we will camp there sometime if there is a recent rain to keep the dust down?
Marinette County Parks - McClintock Park

From there, a few miles north is Goodman Park, near another waterfalls.  We drove through here and saw a number of good sites, but again, with all the dusty gravel roads to get there, not sure if we can.  This park also had a dump station and nice facilities for day use picnic-ers too.
Marinette County Parks - Goodman Park

We tried an alternate route back to the Veterans' Memorial Campground where we were parked, hoping to find some pavement in a different route to get there... no such luck.

We put on 60 miles in a loop for our little ride around .... 

As we pulled back into our campground at 3pm (checkout time) we saw that mysterious fifth wheel trailer exiting the campground!   Hmmmm they came and parked and paid -we saw the slip on the post- but never saw hide nor hair of them.   Makes ya wonder.....   nice new trailer, nice newer pickup truck.  Meth lab?  Someone ill?  Last minute change of plans?  Visiting someone nearby and decided to stay there instead of camp?  Husband / Wife arguement and they went home in another vehicle?  We can only speculate, but it sure seemed unusual....

So we packed up and headed out too... another weekend of camping accomplished before the snow flies!

Did you know our motorhome is old enough to drive all by itself now?  

Even though it is a '96, it was manufactured in Sept. of 1995... 

making it now Sweet Sixteen!  

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SAFARI SERENGETI!