Old Year New Year

... It's all rain to me. Wow, what a 'possum pounder we're having again. Took mom into town to do the recycles, uhg. Wet damp and humid. The river is way down from its earlier flood but the parking lots were all full of RVers, giant puddles and pavement streams. It's bizarre like some sort of RV convention suddenly happened. It's easy to forget what a huge population lives in the RV villages along the Rogue.