A cold, rainy day. I am suddenly the only guest in this campground. Drove into Kentucky to get food, past towering rock walls that loom menacingly over the road. At an overlook, I managed to get one picture of the Russell Fork River through the mist before my phone ran out of battery.

Back at the camper, the heat is on and the dogs are snuggled in together.

Russ tells me there is a chance of snow (!) tonight.