I have a friend who spent a lot of years photographing trucks and truck parts. How do you make a truck transmission look glamorous? How about an air shock? He used colored gels, dramatic lighting and such, and did a wonderful job of it all. There was no magic used on this photograph, but this is how the bag looks, honest injun.
It is a notch above sleeping in a tent, but the temp inside is a good bit warmer than outside and the mattress is as thick as the one at home. It is comfortable and it is easy to stay warm!
The 2nd night out I decided to push the bedding back all the way to the foot of the bed and get out the new sleeping bag that was a gift from our oldest grandson, and sleep on top of the bed.
It is a double bag. Not too many made like that. Zipper on both sides, bit opening at the top, but narrower at the foot.
Miriam, as always, was suspect of any change. AD people don’t want their boat rocked in any way. It took her a bit to figure out all the differences. And, in her defense, most devices, even those as simple as a sleeping bag to have some features to get used to, but we slept well. Really well.
The night before had been 27, but this night it clouded over and was a bit warmer, so we did not get to test it in the coldest temps.
We will sleep in it again. And again.
Today i emptied the teardrop, boxed the galley, brought the bedding inside, then wrapped the lady up in a blanket and two tarps. She is totally covered, tires, hitch, everything.
I was pretty sure that had been the last campout of the year, then I talked to a friend who wants to go camping again this fall.
This blog began as a spot to vent about my life with Miriam and her time with Alzheimer's disease.
She was diagnosed in '99 and her decline has been quite slow. In fact some of our best years of our long marriage have been these recent years.
Alzherimer's, at least her version is a disease of waiting. One shoe drops and it can be a very long time before the other one drops.
So life goes on.
At the beginning of this blog I told the story of our courtship and marriage, about out family and our personal journey with this disease. The part that scares the most is the anticipation as the disease slowly progresses.
So, I will touch on that subject from time to time, but the entries will tend toward comments on life. I'll leave politics and religion for others to worry about, not that I don't have strong opinions!
I have my hands full just looking after my wonderful Miriam.
We met when we were 6, began dating at 15 and have been together since. We will have our 56th anniversary this June.
We have four wonderful daughters. Smart, independent, awesome. They have given us 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. None of them are little any more. The oldest is 28 and married, the youngest is 14.
Until this last fall we lived in a hosue I designed and built in the '70's and it is pretty weird and wild, but very comfortable. Last summer the girls came to the conclusion that I really did need help dealing with Miriam. Now we live on a couple acres with daughter 1.
Life has been good. There is not much I would do different even if I could. We are rich beyond belief but chronically short of cash!
And, unless stated otherwise all the photographs are mine.