The temperature begins its descent into frozen hell tonight...negative 2 when we wake in the morning. Yes, you guessed it, we are back at that place near the big lake where they claim it's just too cold so they need to move to places like Simpsonville, SC instead. So we're enduring life in Hell until the ice melts and we can enjoy fun, mild temperatures like 35 degrees, you know things like that. The minute we crossed the Illinois state line last weekend we knew we wanted to turn right around and head back to the island.
But, here we are, back at Lehman's Lakeside "Resort"---with its full list of amenities including, rusty water, barking rottweilers, disgruntled employees, and ludicrous campground rules.
However, the bossman and I have no choice but to park our rig and sigh as we wait patiently for the weather to turn warmer. He makes his daily journey to Chicago each evening for the graveyard shift, while I hold down the coach with the girls.
Patsy will be in a new home soon, she has successfully destroyed our entire camper and is now on her way to a new household and family as of tomorrow!
The end of the animal house.
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