We’ve been off the road for about 10 months now, and much of today was occupied with snowblowing the driveway:
Makes me wonder what I was doing on this day last year. That would be Day 916.
Oh right, I was at the Salton Sea Fly-in:
What about 2015? That was Day 551.
Ah yes, again, the fly-in at Salton Sea:
What about 2014? That was Day 186, which was a raw sewage disaster, but we were enjoying dispersed camping near Borrego Springs:
Fulltime RVing, I do miss you.
It wasn’t horribly cold today, so we decided to go for a hike. We started on Call Hollow Road, hiking south to the Lechworth Village Cemetary, where hundreds of mentally and physically disabled patients from the Lechworth Village facility are buried. Most of the graves are marked with only a number because families didn’t want it known that they had disabled relatives.
In recent times, a memorial was erected with the names of those buried here:
We continued south:
The trail worked its way up to the pond in Cheesecote Mountain Town Park:
It’s getting cold out here, so I’m trying to get in a few more rides before the snow comes:
The weather went bad over Shabbos just like the forecast predicted. By midday, tenters were packing up and heading home. We went for a short walk on the beach despite the blowing sand.
I was worried that if we left Sunday morning we wouldn’t be able to get home by Sunday night in time for Shemini Atzeres, so we left after Shabbos ended. We used the dump station and were on the road by 8:30PM and were home by 2:30AM this morning.
After a few hours sleep we cleaned out the RV today. The trees in our yard are putting on quite a show:
Hopefully our next RV adventure isn’t too far off.
This morning the weather was grim. The forecast showed mist and fog, then high winds gusting to 40MPH moving in around midnight:
Another yummy RV breakfast, featuring FakeBakon™:
We laid out the shells and shell fragments we collected this week:
The kids played in the surf again. Note the fog reducing visibility to a few hundred feet:
I went for a bike ride. The fog dissipated as it moved inland beyond the beach, so the bay side of the island was clear. I watched the horses out in the marsh:
After riding a bit on the mainland, I came back to find this fellow right near the road:
Another horse along the island road:
By the time I returned to the RV, the fog had cleared, so I went for flight #114:
Trish photographed me from the RV as I came in to land:
This video shows all four flights on this trip:
Good Shabbos from Assateague Island!
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