Set up camp on Sunday….mental health temp…awesome..it’s like My soul is sheltered as we drive down into the park!
First day of fishing. He didn’t bring long pants for under his waders … so when he headed to the stream, I headed to Walmart. Side note…I first drove back to the campsite to get his trout tag that he left on the counter. Backing up the f250 is not my strong suit, sure enough I backed into the tripod that holds the 5th wheel hitch steady. Uh oh. A little damage to the bumper and this is really only significant because a couple years ago I ran the side of the Titan into a concrete planter in a parking lot doing some ugly, significant damage to the side of the truck as well as the side step bar. He handles these driving boo boos pretty well although I did here a fair amount of curse words after the initial revelation.
- Btw…he determined he no longer needed the long pants under his waders. I’m keeping them in the trailer for future cold weather trips.
- No trout for dinner so we made the 11 miles curvy road jaunt into Lebanon and ate cod. On the way home the truck started making “those” noises. Noises that all of a sudden you look at each other with the “what the hell was that” look.
- As always when the unknown pops up, you weigh all of your options and make a decision which will haunt you all night long because it never seems the right decision.
- Best news of the day was msg from Brett’s folks asking how long we would be here because they were coming Thursday and the rest of the family on Friday. Like a shot of pure joy to settle down the truck anxiety and make life perfect again.
Until next time….