While we were visiting the neighbors during Saturday night’s camping adventure in Mohican State Park this pesky raccoon raided our picnic table and scurried noisily into the night with a half-full bag of potato chips.
In addition to the hijinks of the clever raccoon our terrific event featured the discovery of lots of beaver activity, some fishing, some bicycling, and two ambitious hikes along the Mohican River.
Son Brian and grandson Dane accompanied me on this inaugural outing for my camper. While they endured the rather primitive sleeping accommodations of the back of a pick-up truck I was pampered in the relative luxury of a warm camper with a hot shower in the private bath and breakfast with hot coffee via the microwave while the stereo played background music to celebrate Sunday’s sunrise.
Saturday night’s dinner featured Brian grilling bacon-wrapped filet mignon.
The camper was just paroled from winter storage so this was the first opportunity to check the operations of its multitude of components.
It performed flawlessly.
Did I mention the yummy fillets?
I hope this gets to be a habit.