Wells, NV High 89 Low 58
Last night was supposed to be a calm, peaceful time. We made the trip of 140 miles from Ely to Wells without any mishaps (except for all the panting, pacing, and whining that Skittlez does). We stayed at a Passport America campground - Welcome Station just a few miles west of Wells.
Those of you who have followed my blog for years know that I much prefer wide open campgrounds with no trees. Sometimes I don't get what I like. The trees and grass do make for a really pretty campground and Welcome Station has plenty of both. We got a nice long pull through that was quite level and under a huge tree. No idea what kind.
We watched a huge fifth wheel with a medium duty truck pull in and get parked. I was nervous for them. But they got it in a spot and I have no idea how they are ever going to get it out. Our neighbor was in a rental RV. Mom, Dad and two little girls.
Everything was going along just fine until the wind started to howl. We were really rockin' and rollin' for awhile. The wind finally moved off and then took a sudden turn and came back with a vengeance. This time it brought rain with it and attacked the trees in the park. It sounded like we were being hit with baseball size hail when the branches came down on us. I was sooo not happy.
This is the smallest of the branches because the owner had already taken care of the big ones.
The park owners were out cleaning up the park before the storm even ended. They really are nice and take excellent care of their park. The owner even offered to climb up on our roof to check out our solar panels for damage but Jim decided he would do it himself.
The solar panels were okay. Nothing broken.
Jim checked everything out.
The owner loaned him a broom to clean off the slide out.
The calm after the storm. Our view.