While camping, one must not cook meat in a kitchen pot. I think it’s a rule or something. There’s a more definite rule: a burn ban in the forest, so no wood or charcoal fires. But visitors can fire up any kind of propane grill or stove. Here’s what we carry in the 5th wheel. It holds maybe three good sized steaks.
I will never be mistaken for a vegetarian. I salivate profusely over the thought of chowing down on thick pork steaks or roasts which Margo brings home. The woman is a pork savant. She can look at a dozen cuts and pull out the one that is tastier than all the others combined. It’s why we don’t buy a lot of beef.
It was a ridiculously hot June, and July started the same. Well over 100 most days. We barely used the stove so it wouldn’t heat up the house. I debated setting up a kitchen on the covered back porch using my portable table, camping grill and the single propane burner.
We were insulted for days as the rain skirted around us. Seems like everyone was getting some except us. This afternoon it was finally our turn. As it rained harder I thought of the truck. We keep the windows cracked under rain deflectors, but if the rain comes in more horizontal the curve might just force it in. So I rushed out to the truck. Everything is dry, but I was trapped by heavy, heavy rain and steady lightning. I considered making a run for it but a metal carport and metal yard fence felt like I gambling more than I needed.
For twenty minutes I got to see how well my rain-x application worked. Finally, in a slight lull I made it back indoors. Margo tells me we’ve had over an inch. An inch in the desert is like six inches elsewhere. My phone does an unfamiliar ring. It’s the county alert system warning everyone to stay off the roads because it’s flooding.
Our property retains the unique slope required by the gravity fed acequia system which runs along the south property line. There is no longer a water gate on the property but that didn’t stop the acequia from overflowing and delivering hundreds of gallons. Water is coming in from the north from the road. North and south meet and continue their race across to the back corner behind my shed. Unfortunately, it is also lifting all the loose organic material in the grass and building a dam along the privacy fence.
The water squirted through the gaps between planks but it couldn’t clear it as quickly as it was coming in. Later I see the high water mark etched in the floating debris and am amazed. It came within four inches of flooding my shed.
What a mess. I’d been storing water hoses, bike rack, buckets, a trash can and packer of stuff behind the shed until I can make more storage in the shed. The water was strong enough to turn some over. I was gambling it wasn’t going to rain before morning and turned the containers on their sides to drain.
Dreamed all night about my shed flooding, so I knew just what to do this morning after I checked the rain possibility. I raked the organic material dam into the wheelbarrow and moved a couple of 4x4s we’d placed against the bottom of the fence to keep our terrier in. The small dog died a year ago and we hadn’t thought of moving them. I rinsed much of the stuff in the buckets and put them in the shed. So much for my relatively neat shed.
At least I don’t have to worry about flooding my shed at the next rain. I think I will blanket the area behind the shed with bricks. Makes cleanup so much easier. I hope.