mosquitos and pizza to go

So, we were in a new campground last weekend about 2 1/2 hours away from home. We did our little caravan thing with my sister driving Mama and Tug and me pulling the Covered Wagon. We pulled into a very nice spot fairly close to the clean and spacious bathhouse. The spot was L-shaped so the C.W. got backed directly in and this left the other section for our "living" area so it was hidden in the trees. We could be seen from the road but it we were screened by the trees. Speaking of screens- bless the inventor of the screen room. I may have been bored to tears at times as I was stuck in it all weekend due to the quantity of 'squitos in the area but I only came home with a dozen and a half bites. :) Pretty good for me.

Tug spent a lot of the time in the screen room with me and was fairly bored, too. (It doesn't take a lot to bore a terrier, however.) He had a good trip, all things considered, but Saturday evening he scared me into practically passing out when he gave one sharp bark in the early morning hours. I lay there in my bunk trying to breathe quietly while we three tried to decide, via whispers, if we needed to investigate or if everything was okay...everything was okay but it took over an hour for me to be able to calm down- I'd already had a nightmare Friday night and sat up for quite some time until my pulse returned to normal.

Sunday morning it was a little chilly so Tug didn't want to get out of the C.W. My sister tried to get him off the bunks so she could put his collar and harness on him and Tug kept trying to herd her back onto the bunks. She put him down onto the floor and his four little paws spread out in mid-air to try and avoid hitting the floor! He just did not want to come out. Finally, we got him outside and he was so cold (as the sun wasn't shining on us yet) that his poor little teeth where chattering and he shivered uncontrollably. Yeah, I felt like a heel.

Saturday, a friend came to visit us. She moved out that way when she retired (she was Mama's co-worker years before) so we don't see her much. She got the grand tour of the C.W. and was suitably impressed. Tug knows her and thinks she's wonderful so he had to be restrained from jumping on her all the time. It was a nice long visit, too. We plan on being back in this campground at Thanksgiving and hope she gets to come back out.

So, where does the take out pizza of the title come in? Well, we always eat well and had a nice dinner planned with grilling veggies (and chicken for Mama and me). We'd known in advance that rain was predicted for Saturday and it did drizzle off and on. Come time to start dinner and we knew the possibility we'd get rained on so we were discussing putting an electric hot plate in the screen room with us and re-designing dinner. My sister said something about we could just scrap that dinner altogether and I chimed in that I'd seen a Pizza Hut on the way in to the campground. :) Never in my life have I had take out food on a camping trip!!!! It was yummy, though.