When we were camp hosts, we had a generator, a TV and a VCR/player. But the RV was our “home,” and the host site usually had running water, and in some cases, power and once in a while, a septic tank. If the power wasn’t supplied, the forest service provided gasoline for the generator and for doing the patrols. The shortest time we were at any campground was five months.
But to go camping and take a TV? That rather defeats the purpose, as far as I’m concerned!
The rain finally stopped, but the most we got out of the storm(s) was less than a quarter of an inch. Now, of course, we have the wind. Always with the wind.
I have no clue what will happen on today’s blank agenda, but something may. Someone may even commit a box-packing event. Gloriosky! Think about it!
Maybe they were traveling from A to B on the cheap.
We had a nice day in Chapel Hill. Big gardens, great flowers, trees, then we walked around the UNC campus a bit and went to their little art museum. It had a frw Greek and Roman pieces as well as miscellaneous paintings, old and new.