Second Night On The Road To Patrick's

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We are spending tonight in Hardscrable Canyon in the San Isabel National Forest. This is not a legit campsite. All of the regular campgrounds are closed for the season. We are stealth camping tonight. As a backpacker I always followed the "leave no trace" ethic, and that has carried over into my travels with the Casita. When we leave tomorrow morning there will be absolutely no trace that we were ever here.

I have blackout shades on the windows, so even if I have the lights on in the Casita, no one can see them from outside the trailer. We are in plain sight of the road, but far enough back that no one will notice us unless they pull in. This spot is designated as a wildlife viewing spot, so someone may pull in, but I am not worried. If anyone gets close to the Casita, Max lets me know right away.

The forecast for Pueblo, the nearest town, is for 17 tonight. We are at a higher elevation than Pueblo so I suspect we will see a pretty cold night. The furnace should keep the Casita warm though. I am a little concerned about the trailer battery. The lights seem dim tonight. The furnace must have electricity for the fan and ignition spark. The battery should have charged while we were driving today. I can always start the generator but should not need to do that after driving all day. The battery should have a full charge.

Well it is only 8 pm, but I am ready to turn in!

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