Dropping like flies

So, it’s been raining heavily, but we’re all quite comfy holed up in these sweet little cabins at Lake Morena. During brief periods when it stops raining, we all come out and stand in a big circle, maintaining appropriate social distancing.

The food at the malt shop is so good and the portions are so big that I’ve gained weight despite the fact that it’s a mile each way. (No zero days here!) The only problem is that we are not allowed now to eat there and the food is cold by the time I walk back to my cabin.

The only place with WiFi is the malt shop. We are not allowed to even stand around on their patio except while waiting for a food order, so I have just a few minutes to check and leave messages, make calls (huh?), read email and the news, and post updates to social media. Sometimes I stand in the middle of the street to be compliant but still have that signal. The sheriff comes around now and then to check on the store’s compliance. We don’t want to do anything to get them in trouble.

So anyway, the couple who convinced me to wait out the storm gave up and called it quits yesterday. They talked their cabin-mate into quitting as well. They got a trail angel to drive them to a rental car place so they could drive home to Washington. That’s okay; they were quickly replaced and we’ll all head out in the morning.