Clemson Bound

Frost greeted us this morning as we packed for our short jaunt to Clemson.  When packing to go get Miki, I took some items that we would be leaving with Bunny and the key was to replace those things with what Miki had purchased during her stay, not to mention her suitcase and the rest of the bathroom she took with her.  It is always challenging to pack for a trip and this time, the level of three-dimensional planning had increased with the inclusion of two dogs, their necessities, and the space they need to travel.  Things fell into place without compromising the dogs requirements until we pulled out down the gravel drive and braked for a small bump in the road and 3 bags of stuff stacked on the suitcases slid forward onto Tooga (not appreciated).

With my rod and reel tucked away and Tooga dealing with the sky falling on him, we headed down the road to Clemson, SC.  Two hours and about 90 miles later, we arrived at the dog’s rental for the weekend, on Lake Hartwell (40 minutes from the university).  I say the dogs, because we would not be there but to sleep, with our time being spent in Clemson with our nieces, Callie and Grace (and their parents Marty (Miki's brother) and his wife, their mom, Kathleen) and did I mention the Clemson Tigers' football team.  Oh, and about 79,994 other new acquaintances attending the homecoming football game with us.  Stay tuned.

My Zen from the Road:  I was all ready to be crabby about the fact that where we are, our portable Verizon Hotspot Wifi thingy was not giving me the speed for working on the internet I am use to. Normally, it is not all that fast anyway, so when it is even slower (painfully slow)…it is just not good (especially for my blood pressure).  So once again, my expectations are tested and I had to let it go.  So If you are a little put out that you don’t get to participate in Walliebloggin’ and it is shorter than usual and there are no damn photos and what the heck is wrong with him today…let it go.........I haven't yet, but I am working on it!