The last time we camped here, we almost lost our door. A wind gust slammed the camper door open and ripped it free of one of the hinges. Shortly after that, I completely remade the door and remounted it with a piano hinge.⁠

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I'm almost disappointed by the calm evening. Sure, I don't like being bashed around by wind gusts, but it's satisfying to show off the work we've done, even if only to some elemental power that has no capacity to step back, eye the project, and nod with that knowing approval of a craftsman respecting another's work.⁠

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Instead, we step back, up along a ridge to admire the sunset, scenery, and our little home on wheels nestled amongst it all.⁠