September 15, 2020
Most years we spend six weeks camping in our RV, half of that in June and half in September to avoid the crowds. This year June was a bust due to the uncertainties of the pandemic, but we managed three weeks this fall in Duck Mountain Park. It was cold and it rained most of the time, but we had a half-dozen good days and the wildlife was co-operative. Despite the ugly weather I had a stack of good books at hand so I was a reasonably happy camper. I also came back with a 20,000 word jump on a new novel which will be a good base to build on through the coming winter.