Camping Trip, Day Five

Friday, Sept. 24: woke up to rain at 6:30. We didn't let it stop us from donning rain ponchos and heading to the river bank near the boat dock to do some fishing before breakfast. It didn't take me long to snag my hook on a rock and lose it and the weights again.

As with yesterday, I gave up the project and did some rock hunting again. Yesterday, I'd brought my camera and took pictures of Sis fishing, and of turkey vultures along the bank hoping for the leavings from cleaned fish. They must have been disappointed today, because we got not even a nibble.

Hubbie was pleased to reel in a fishing line with hook and weights, though. Sis surmised that it was the rig I'd lost. We laughed at the improbability of it...if Hubbie had tried for a year, he couldn't have purposely "caught" my lost hook and weights in that rushing river.

After an hour or so, we began to get hungry, so we returned to camp. After a breakfast of bagels with cream cheese and jelly, and canned pears with cottage cheese, Sis and I took Mother to the wildflower garden.

The garden was near the campsite, as the crow flies, but the ground across the lawn to the garden is uneven. Mother loses her balance easily, and she tires when she walks, so I pushed her in her wheelchair down the road from the camper, and around to another road that led to the garden. It wasn't far, but there were a couple of inclines that used my arm and leg muscles. I counted it as exercise.

After lunch, we packed up and headed home. Got back mid-afternoon to find a truck parked in the driveway, blocking most of it. Hubbie decided to go ahead and squeeze the truck and camper past it, but in so doing, he hit the mailbox, denting that side of the camper, and dragging the rear of the camper so that a jack was bent.

I had so hoped we'd make it through an entire trip without incident. But no, it was not to be. So now we will have to take the camper to another town for repairs, which need to be done before our next outing.

The guy who abandoned the truck left a note of apology, saying he would return the next day to pick it up. He did, but we didn't see him when he came, so Hubbie couldn't alert him to the damage he caused. He signed his name on the note, but there was no phone number. Guess it didn't matter, since our insurance agent said his insurance (if he has any) wouldn't pay for it anyway, because he was parked in our driveway and didn't hit us.