I peeked out of the trailer and found the rain had left pools of water everywhere. The loud thumps against the protective shell of the trailer weren’t going to stop. This meant one thing. It meant I would close my eyes and rest my tired and weary body. We were fortunate that the office of the Brookside Beach RV resort called to tell us we could remain in our spot.
The non-stop rain lightened the next day. I threw on a blue plastic poncho and hit the road. The impermeable was not so impermeable. My clothes grew wet and heavy from the inside. The rain drenched my socks and shoes. The sloshing of my feet was a nuisance. The sound irritated me like a pesky bug. I eventually removed the damp socks. It surprised me that they smelled like a wet dog. We moved swiftly through the day...Read More