We arrived here at the park on schedule, got set up, and then I spent a good part of the next three days coughing, sleeping, and vacantly contemplating the word "lozenge." Sometimes when I was awake I'd read a few pages of Lynda Barry's grotesquely alluring illustrated novel Cruddy - such fabulous use of language, and so... creepy.

Now, really and truly, I think I'm about over that illness. Again.

It's chilly here, and snowing at the moment - they expect up to six inches over the course of the day, but I have grave doubts about that. We're (mostly) ready for it, though. This trailer is made specifically to contend with the type of weather most RVers avoid, and so is built tighter and better-insulated than is typical. The combination of cold outside, warm inside, reasonable insulation, and low incidence of air leakage in the envelope - coupled with cooking, bathing and breathing - means that condensation on the domed plastic skylights is proving to be a little something of a problem. Can't really fix it (with silicone and stuff), though, until the condensation goes away. And then we'll forget all about it.


The other cold-related problem is the water supply. Per campground rules, I have to disconnect the hose at night because it gets below freezing and we don't have it wrapped in heat tape and insulation. Their worry isn't that our hose will freeze and burst, but that their pipes will. Which wouldn't be a problem except for that I sanitized the freshwater tank with bleach (one cup per ten gallons capacity), and now the bleachy smell won't go away. I've rinsed the thing three times. So, at night, if we want to do something potable, we can't do it with the water from the storage tank, and we can't get it from the hose. Argh. It's not some huge problem - just keep a couple gallons in jugs on hand for night use - but it shouldn't be a problem at all.



How am I posting this? The campground's office (which is going to close early, as soon as I'm done with this) has a modem line.