I’m in a little RV park with no wifi, typing laboriously on my new Samsung and a user interface with which I’m unfamiliar. So forgive any typos, please.
Odd little mom-and-pop park. Probably only 2 or 3 of us here tonight are passing through… the rest appear to be permanent residents. EX: the couple next door have been here NINE YEARS.
Temps are “brisk.” 37 degrees now, headed for 30⁰. Not a surprise, but I’m hopeful Millie is done for the night; I prefer to hunker down with a hot tea.
Pretty pond here with 15 or so Canada Geese fussing about something. Probably whether to go back south, hang out here, or push on toward their summer place.
We’re at W. Salem, Ohio between Columbus and Cleveland… closer to Cleveland. Our next leg will take us to Geneva-on-the-Lake mostly because my very good friend Jeff calls it his ancestral home and he got really excited when he found out I might check it out. But also because it just has a really cool name.
Yeah, Ashtabula County, Ohio, is my ancestral burial ground. I go back periodically. You’ll enjoy it.
-Jeff
Nine years in the same RV park? They must not enjoy your sense of wanderlust.
They even have a little storage building!
Just happened to go into the Mercantile in Kilgore this afternoon and learned of your new adventure! Looking forward to “following you” across the country side!
Glad to have you along, Rebecca.
P.s. I highly recommend the root beer float. 🙂