May 13, 2016. Back Home at Weborg.

May 13, 2016.  Back Home at Weborg.  Weborg Point is the smallest of three campgrounds in Peninsula State Park.  It is near the park entrance and contains only 12 campsites.  There is a fishing pier here and the village of Fish Creek is in clear view, half a mile across the Green Bay.  We like Weborg because it is small and cozy.  We can ride our bikes into town with little interference from traffic.  We are settled in one campsite for five days, then we move to the site next to this one.  That won't require much effort.  Expecting that Harvey will be stationary for a while, I unloaded the bikes, set up the chairs and lowered the awning.  The awning is protecting the bikes and chairs now as a gentle rain falls. 


The overnight temperatures will approach freezing this weekend.  Then, the cold air will leave and daytime temperatures will be in the mid 60s for most of next week.  That should be very pleasant.  It isn't much fun camping in the cold.  At least we aren't in a tent and we have heat. 


I may have oversold the propane gas detector installation.  Because we will need to run the gas furnace this weekend, I retrieved my tool box from one of the outside storage areas.  As promised, the only tool necessary was a screwdriver.  When did they start making screws with square holes in the heads?  When I was a kid, all screws had only a slit in the head, suitable for a blade screwdriver.  Later, screws were made with Phillips heads, two slits which cross at a 90 degree angle. 


Now, screws have strangely shaped holes in their heads requiring a variety of screw drivers.  As you have surmised by now, the screws holding the old detector have square holes in the heads.  I first tried a Phillips screwdriver.  That didn't work well and I noticed that I was stripping the head.  So, I pawed around in the tool box and found exactly the right square screwdriver.  I am not sure how it got in the box, but was very pleased to find it.  I easily and quickly removed the two screws holding the old detector in place.


Then, things got complicated.  I tried to follow the wires from the gas detector to the power source, but the hole in the cabinet was tiny.  Even if I could see where the wires connected, I really couldn't get my fat fingers in the space to disconnect and reconnect the new wires.


"Annie, we have a problem . . . " I announced in my best NASA voice.  She got down on the floor with me and peered into the tiny space which would be my working area. 


"How are you going to get in there?" she asked. 


"That's the problem," I responded. 


Annie is a very practical woman.  "Put it back together and we'll risk death.  That is preferable to the disaster that will happen if you start digging in there." 


Always deferential to She Who Must Be Obeyed, I did as I was instructed.  I put my square-headed screwdriver into the two square-headed screws and the old detector was neatly back in its place.  As a test, I turned on the propane gas and started the gas furnace.  The furnace worked and the detector detected no gas.  There was no explosion.  All is well.


The raccoon you see above greeted me as I raised the lid to a trash container this morning.  I first thought that "Rocky," the raccoon who nightly raids my bird feeders at home had hitched a ride to Door County.  It wasn't Rocky though.  This Raccoon was much chubbier than Rocky.  Rocky stays fit eating only bird seed - my bird seed.  I quietly closed the lid and retrieved my camera.  Annie cautioned me to be careful in the event the raccoon didn't particularly care for the paparazzi.  He actually posed for me.  I think I even detected a slight movie star grin as I snapped his photo,  He seemed content when I assured him that I have a very limited readership and that his photo would not be widely circulated. 


That's it from here tonight.  I promised I'd show you something you haven't seen from here.  Chubby Rocky is it. 


Goodnight.