There I was, beating myself up for not being more settled into the camper since I’ve been here a week already. Here being the Pastures in Orford, NH. Then I realized that today is only my 4th full day here so maybe I’m not doing so badly after all. Especially since I pushed the button on the coffee pot and ran out to drive myself to the bathrooms in the pouring rain and didn’t have electricity when I got back. Note to self; don’t run the new ceramic heater and the coffee pot at the same time. And then I threw the first switch of my life and I’m back in business. Not doing badly at all.
I’m happy with the place but I confess to having nothing to compare it too since I’m a first timer at everything about camping. I’m actually tickled with the bath/shower room, which has been recently redone. It’s chilly out and it’s not heated, there is a screen door only, so whatever temperature it is out is what temperature it is in. Even that hasn’t been a problem. And I am at the mercy of whatever is available as bathroom facilities go so this will be a big thing for me going forward. And the fact that I don’t have a plan past the end of the month is a concern, but it’s not enough to keep me home looking for options either. Not when I could be out looking at the scenery and taking pictures. Except it’s pouring out and has been all night, so hooray for wifi. Here are the bathroom facilities, with a nearby playground and fenced pool beyond. 
Not too long ago I was on a trip to a covered bridge here in NH, and the GPS kept wanting me to take a right onto a tiny dirt road, which I (fortunately) was too chicken to actually do. They were hunting trails from the 1800s and led nowhere, according to a local. So as I drove here and was down to my last 20 miles or so I started to see similar looking dirt roads but with signs announcing campgrounds, and an arrow pointing down the road. I began to panic and wondered what I’d do if I finally got here and that’s what the entrance looked like. But I needn’t have worried. This place was welcoming right from go.
I love this little red house that is a rental that belongs to the campground owners also. My girlfriend has been on the look out for a nice little house and I think this one fits the bill, except it’s an hour from where she wants to be. 
There are a couple of docks on the grounds since we are right on the Connecticut river. That’s Vermont on the far side. If you cross the bridge you are in another state. And back and forth multiple times a day.
My friend and I were finding pictures of pop up campers all redecorated, ‘glamped up’, so to speak. I haven’t even gotten my awning up yet, and to be honest I’m glad about that because the wind has been kicking up every night, with and without rain. I feel snug in this little space though, well snug with the new little electric heater. We determined that the on board heater uses my propane so it was a good investment. And I can use the propane while the coffee pot is on. Charley would be proud. I think camping suits me, even in the rain…
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