After a couple of small hiccups: too tiny campsite but the one next door was free; construction at the campground; seriously leaky spigot; only one other trailer in this section of the conservation area (that felt a tad creepy) . . . I got parked, showed off my rig to my sister, then off to dinner for a lovely Greek meal in London (Mystic Grill – deelish). Back ‘home’ settled in for the night.
And then it happened – at three in the morning, the dog wanted out for what I had assumed was a call of nature but turned out to be just an interest in nature (twit) – we returned to the RV, and I got her up and lying in her spot on the bed. I hadn’t turned the interior lights on, so I misjudged a step and smashed (and quite possible broke) two toes on my right foot. Well, crap. The pain was awful, the inconvenience is worse.
Didn’t sleep for the remainder of the night.