Last night, it rained heavily at the campsite, as I lay in the camper reminiscing about the days when we used to go tent camping. I was so grateful to be in a warm bed, remembering how our tent would get wet and leak, leaving our sleeping bags and belongings soaked.
Packing up the camper in the rain today was tough enough, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would have been like if we were still in a tent. The wet ponderosa needles were everywhere. We were soaked, when we finally finished putting things away.
Then at 4:15 AM, we were awakened by a beeping sound. It sounded like an alarm going off in the camper, but when we checked, there was nothing. I went outside and realized that the camper trailer about 20 ft away from our spot, that it was their fire alarm was beeping. This morning, the owners must have returned, as I saw the woman outside trying to silence the alarm, with a rock, she smashed it into pieces rather than remove the battery. But we managed to get everything loaded up and down the road we went to the next stop on the journey. Hopefully, no snow, for they say snow in the higher evaluations of 6300 ft, could be snow.
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