Ugh, it's been so long since I wrote in an actual paper notebook, my penmanship looks like my fifth grader's.
Anyways, we're not the first to think of leaving town. Bill Jensen and his wife, the Hoskels, MacNamaras, and four other families I don't know. Ed says they're from Long Lake. Our favourite camping spot is suddenly rather crowded. At least there are other kids here for Jason and Daniel to play with. The thought of trying to keep those boys entertained would probably drive me around the bend, and I'd be as crazy as Ed was acting before we drove up here. He seems to have calmed down considerably now, thank god.
We brought 20 gallons of gas and a generator, enough blankets and dry socks to keep the entire camp toasty, and if the fishing is good, the food should last us a couple of weeks. Not sure what the game plan is after that. Hopefully somebody brought a decent radio with them.
He's probably going to shit bricks when he realizes that I made entire layers of books underneath all the cushions in the motorhome. Somehow, I suspect that charging my ereader is not going to be a priority.
