In short order, we loaded up and soon the rain was pounding. We drove maybe 100 yards and CLACK! the passenger side windshield wiper flew off. Happily we were still getting out of the giant mall area the hotel was in, so Art cruised up to Target and off we went in search of a replacement, which entailed walking back and forth between truck and store to ensure a good fit.
Meantime, the storm picked up steam and when next I saw Art he'd purchased an effective pair of rubber-footed boots at Target. Hmmm, nice buy, honey. I need a pair of those to go with my new Carhart wool hat and gloves, previously picked up on a cold day at a truck stop in southwestern Montana.
And that's how the fashion statement came to be.
You know you're camping when this feels like just the thing...
Boots: Boys section at Target (girl boots seem always to trade fashion for dry)
Pashmina: gift from the wedding
Leather gloves: Birthday gift from my oldest pal in the world, Kathy McG. They're like butter and get better with every wearing. Kisses, Kathy, and thank you!