The rock was a slide across the road on Thanksgiving night.

The hard place was snow piling up on the trailer during storm after storm.

Judgmental City of San Francisco employees provided a little extra hindrance. No, we are not poachers, and yes, we do have the legal right to use these forests.

But finally, on the third trip up there, we got the trailer out and home. We had to chain up the Ford and the trailer, but not the Dodge. And it wasn’t lined up very well with the campground driveway, and the driveway itself has a really tight turn onto the road, so getting that monstrosity moving in a safe direction was a challenge.

When we left camp, it had at least a foot of snow on the roof. It had all melted off but a snowball in the lee of the air conditioner by the time we got in home, mostly safe and sound. One of the roof vents is broken, is all, which is really lucky considering that the slide-out was out. That’s a fragile bit, and expensive to fix.

It’s a good thing we got it when we did too, as this latest series of storms is expected to drop upwards of five feet at camp. I don’t think Jeff will be getting to his until spring.