In eight days of staying in our motorhome and learning the ropes, we had only one sunny day. And, woo-doggy, it was a beauty! It was warm, instead of scorching hot or raining cats & dogs. Fluffy white clouds floated across the sky in a checkerboard pattern, pushed along by a soft breeze.
This is the kind of weather we dream of down here in Texas!
I took a long walk in the morning, and it was so nice that I did it again in the evening. Then I pulled out my camera as the sun was setting, to document what was right outside my windshield.
One perfect day in a summer filled with rain; the fourth wettest August on record.
Lest all the campers in the park get any ideas that this is what Austin is like all of the time, (and make plans to move here) the next day was hot and rainy and gray again. I’m certain they were glad to pack up and get home. I hate to admit it, but I sure was.