Day 40
I’m not going to have a lot to say today, because there isn’t much to tell. Geri is fond of pointing out that we traveled to the South for the good, warm weather. Well, today wasn’t it. It was raining real hard when I woke Geri up and told her I had to go out. It was raining even harder when Don got up. We got a little break around nine, and Don took me out for a walk in the woods, not a bad experience. It started raining real hard right after we got back, making a thunderous noise on the roof. The people next door, who were packing three kids in a little travel trailer, had a moat around their spot. We stayed in the rig, Don browsing on the internet, Geri reading whatever we had to read. As the day went on, we heard on TV that Charleston was getting record rainfalls, it was flooded downtown, and everything was a mess. Don and Geri decided that we would hang out here for an additional day, so that they could do some sightseeing that they hadn’t covered yet. Don went down to the office to sign up for another day, and found out that we would have to move the rig to another site. Well, OK. We’ll be moving in the morning. Seems as though they’re having a big foot race in town tomorrow, and a lot of people are coming in for it. Part of the race is on a bridge over the Cooper River; I’ll bet my friend Cooper in Ventura didn’t know there was a river named after him in South Carolina.
The rain let up a little in the late afternoon, and we went for a ride in the truck down to Folly Beach, a laid back little village on the ocean. It was cute, but also flooded. When we got home, Geri took me for a walk in the rain, and I got to wear my nice raincoat, which doesn’t cover my head. I got a wet head, but the rest of me stayed pretty dry. Don made chicken cacciatore for dinner, which is one of my favorites. After dinner, we watched some TV, but the satellite was out and we had to watch some stupid shows on the alphabet networks. Tomorrow has to be better.