The day is very grey - and windy. Not just breezy like last evening, but windy. It's 60 degrees in the camper at 4:37 p.m. Dave and I are each buried under layers of covers, trying to stay warm. Don't I live in the desert?
Today we picked up two transportable tanks for water. We filled one with the non-potable water from the Ranch Office. We are going to flush out our grey water system with some of the water. We also need to test our plumbing repairs and see if there are any leaks in the system that are not readily visible. We thought we'd do that today, but it's just too cold outside.
Instead we crawled under the covers and read until we were ready for dinner. Then, we loaded the dogs into my car and headed down to Study Butte for food - cheeseburger for Dave and chicken fried steak for me.
Then to bed, bundled within sweatpants, socks, a t-shirt, a lined flannel shirt, a quilted flannel shirt, sheet, two quilts, sleeping bag and a wool blanket. It got down to 51 degrees in the camper overnight, but I stayed warm.
A girl's journey into post child bearing years and a life in the desert with my husband - and four dogs - in a 32' travel trailer.
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