A cold, wet, muddy, morning at Storrie Lake state Park. The full timing RV lifestyle is not always about beautiful warm locations and spectacular sunsets. It's just a regular life living in a house with wheels, and you can make it as happy or as miserable as you want it to be.
This morning was cold, cloudy, drizzly, and with a touch of snow thrown in for good measure, in other words the exact opposite of southern Arizona where I just spent the winter.
There are several reasons for this dramatic change in the weather in the last two days, one being a cold front came through night before last while I was in Santa Rosa, and that dropped the temperatures dramatically. Also I'm a little farther North than I was day before yesterday, but most important I've gained a lot of altitude, Las Vegas New Mexico being a bit over 6000 feet.
Ordinarily none of that would be a big deal for me except I've been used to warm dry weather, which is very easy to get used to, and without much preparation or time to adapt I find myself in a place that's having a 40° high and a 90% humidity which is the kind of weather I normally try to escape. But any way. long-range forecasts indicate that this is winter's last hurrah and by the time I get to Denver things will be in the 70s and staying that way for a while.
I went to Walmart today and bought a few groceries, not much because I get fed really well at my daughter's house so I seldom have to cook anything in the Arctic Fox. The big problem all day has been that its rained off and on since I got here and the Storrie Lake State Park campground has become very muddy, and my campsite is one of the worst.
The mud here is the kind of mud that builds up on the bottom of your shoes so that you grow a little taller, and gain a little weight with each step. I also found out the hard way that when the mud dries it turns into concrete, which makes it extremely difficult to get off of your shoes, so I've spent the last two days rinsing mud off of my sneakers when I come indoors before it has time to set up.
It's certainly not the best of conditions but I'll be leaving tomorrow, the weather's supposed to start clearing up by then, and I'm really looking forward to seeing my family again. My biggest problem right now is I've got to go out and hitch up the Arctic Fox in this mud, I'm definitely not looking forward to that.
By lunchtime the Weather Gods figured I hadn't suffered enough so they brought forth unto me the plague of snow to vex my life, causing me to rend my garments and cry out unto the heavens, Why hast thou vexed me so?
When the mud is deep, and your dog is the size of a gerbil, this is how you walk the dog.