Cape
Henlopen State Park, DE
Saturday,
31 March 2018
I
had been looking forward to today. I thought we’d be able to have
a pleasant drive through Delaware and Maryland to our next campground
in Maryland’s western panhandle.
But
this morning, for the 2nd morning in a row, Roscoe – the
one of the four that doesn’t cause me any trouble – peed on my
bed. For the Second Morning in a Row! I had to unmake my entire bed
and scrounge up enough quarters and take everything down to the
washers. Today I thought it could have been worse because yesterday
he’d also pooped and vomited on the bed. It was ghastly. But when
I got back to the RV, I found while I was gone he’d vomited on my
unprotected mattress. FOR THE SECOND MORNING IN A ROW.
Making
that bed is an actual project because I have only the 3’ space at
the bottom right corner where I can get to the bed; the rest of the
bed is fenced in by wall or frig. And I still have that to look forward to after the mattress has had a chance to air out.
Yesterday
I decided to make the best of a bad situation by cleaning everything
else, since I had to wash ALL the bedclothes – the mattress pad and
both sheets and blanket and comforter and extra blanket and pillow
cases. He really did make a mess. But I got a clean bed and all my
clothes got clean and I got clean – and I cut my hair, which was
badly overdue – so I figured we were all set for the next step of
the adventure, i.e. Pennsylvania.
Hah.
Today
I was right back where I was yesterday. I was furious and said so as
loudly as I thought I could get away with in the close quarters of a
public campground. It was too loud for poor Gracie who tried
desperately to find some place to hide. She apparently believes a
person yelling means she’s going to get hit. So I had to stop
yelling and tell her in a very calm voice that she was safe several
times.
Meanwhile,
Jasper was hollering at me that he thinks it’s time for breakfast
and Dexter’s right beside me trying to make me feel better but
getting in the way and Roscoe finally tried to hide on the bed above
the cab, and peered out at me from behind the TV. So I escaped to
the laundry room. I’m sure Roscoe’s back up on the bed now. But
it’ll be a very long time before he does that with my knowledge.
Yesterday
afternoon I took both dogs together for a walk around the campground
and the problem turned out not to be my dogs but somebody else’s,
that jumped out of their truck and raced across the road and attacked
Gracie and got a real grip on the back of her neck and wouldn’t let
go. The owner finally got his dog loose but got a serious cut on his
hand doing it. Fortunately, Gracie’s got a thick coat, and I’m
not sure how serious that dog was because I couldn’t see that he
broke the skin - Gracie showed no signs of pain or sensitivity when I
was examining that area. She wanted to go right back to our RV, but
I’ve learned with her PTSD symptoms it’s usually better to keep
on going rather than burrow and hide. And sure enough, she was fine
after a few minutes.
This
campground has really filled up. I imagine it’s packed during the
summer.
I
spent quite a few hours yesterday (when I wasn’t cleaning something
up) making reservations for where we’ll stay in PA. It turns out
that no version of my carefully thought out sightseeing schedule will
work because even many of the southern state campgrounds – even KOA
- are closed until mid-April. I’ve replanned a route based almost
entirely on where I can find lodging when. But I’ve got a definite
plan now, so we’ll see how it goes.
I’d
intended to do the same thing for New York and the New England
states, because it’ll be tourist season up there and it’s that
season that’ll be the bar to finding a campsite, not nature’s
seasons. But I ran out of time with PA taking much longer than I’d
expected. I’ll figure out some way to deal with it.
Sorry
this post is so whiny, but I am feeling both sorry for myself and
peeved that I brought all this on myself. Bad combination. Dryers
are done.
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