I am sitting in what looks like it used to be the South Forty, down the hill, from a gorgeous white fenced farm belonging to the campground's owners. About six large rvs here, nobody is going to be out in a tent tonight if they are smart. The site is fine, but drops off five feet off the driveway, and I almost had a real joy ride down the hill while hooking up the hoses. Rural, very rural...but has all I need.
I'm still thinking about the Winnebago Journey 40 that pulled in besides me in Staunton. Same/nicer color scheme, very luxurious looking, and spotless. Might have been new. Cost more than triple mine... And I bet those folks are not feeling their motorhome move around in the wind, as I am right now. ever so slightly, and feels utterly natural to an old boater. Hey, it is my land yacht...

Without jacks down, I'm on the suspension and it has a very slight amount of give to it, as expected. So it sets up these gentle motions, very gentle, and usually coincides with the howl of some gust of wind outside. And it is blowing and raining at the moment. And the temp is dropping fast, fifteen degrees since I pulled in. Boy, if I wake up with snow on this thing tomorrow morning, that will be a real Kodak moment for sure. All said, I am quite comfortable here.
I put my little space heater back on, it keeps the front toasty. The heated mattress pad keeps me equally toasty in the rear. And then the heat pump kicks on if it gets below 65. Or I could use the propane furnace, except maybe I'm such a cheapskate when the electric is free, but that heat pump is a noisy beast, and I like to avoid it. I'm likely being stupid, should turn the gas heat on. It's really nice, quiet, and it heats up the floor. So the inevitable trip to the bathroom sometime during the night greets me with warm floors. In another week I'll be on the beach...
these are the hard decisions one must contemplate when one is happily doing utterly nothing but watch and listen to the rain come down.
And those folks in that nice diesel pusher I was drooling over? Their floors come heated standard. Sigh. really roughing it huh?
this may seem pretty different to anyone who hasn't lived in confined spaces, like an rv or a boat. I lived aboard for three years on a boat, so the rv is very familiar feeling. And it has the benefit of brakes...
the rain is just beating down on the fiberglass roof, what a pleasant sound.