I arrived yesterday at noon. The host site was vacant. I backed in and hooked up the sewer and water. As I walked to the front door of the trailer, a camper said, "You are leaking water." Sure enough, water was pouring out the front door. Evidently, a surfboard I had been carrying inside the trailer hit and opened the faucet. I spent the next few hours mopping up and drying out in the abundant California sun.
While mopping up, a camper directly across the road from me yelled, "Hey how ya doin? Remember me?" I replied that I did remember him, a baseball coach at a Nevada school who likes to spend spring break with his family at the campground. Nice people. Last year, he gave me a music CD which I enjoyed.
I am here by my lonesome. She-who-must-be-obeyed will join me in a couple of weeks. Meanwhile, I will live feral, eating odd food, thinking strange thoughts and hoping my croquet game will become as good as my surfing.
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