Max and I are snug in our little Casita

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(Feb. 2015 - On the road to see Alise)

Max and I are snug in our little Casita and needed has been done for the night. We are at a Texas rest stop north of Lubbock on hwy 87. My cellphone says this is Underwood, Texas and that the temperature is 39 degrees. It is predicting a low of 24 for tomorrow morning. I'm glad that I had the propane tanks filled!

As soon as we stopped I got into the Casita and turned the furnace on. Then took Max for a short walk so he could take care of his necessary business. By the time we got back the Casita was toasty warm. I turned the thermostat down (maybe too much), fed Max and spread my sleeping bag. I do not unhitched when we are in a rest stop, but I do disconnect the electrical. I do not want to risk running down the truck battery overnight.

I expect to make the Denver area by tomorrow night and find a place in a National Forrest. May be a problem finding an open campsite this time of year. I'll find out when we get there.


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