Last night during our potluck it was raining again.  It had been clear before that.  The potluck broke up early and people were out of the rec room and headed to their own coaches by a little after 8 o’clock.  This is not the late night crowd. 

Sharon and I were the last ones out of the rec room and when we walked out the sky was completely clear.  Being out away from the city lights you could see stars so clearly they seems like you could almost reach up and touch them. 

This morning when we got up around 7 a.m., the area was shrouded in fog.  The trees here are all covered with moss and moss, trees and fog were beautiful.  I am outside in a short sleeve shirt, but others have jackets on.  It is a little chilly, someone said it was 32 degrees.  I did finally put on a pair of gloves to warm my fingertips.

One thing I have to learn to do is slow down when going through a dip in the street.  I mean the dips like you find in some intersections. If I go too fast, the rear end of the motorhome really bounces. 

We have a bridge near home that I have to go over between 45 and 55 miles per hour.  If I go any faster the Bounder porpoises like a bucking bronco.