I had today off, but decided to take the electric cart to check out the programs that were being presented for a group of home schooled students on the refuge today. I’ll probably be helping out with some education programs in the future here, so I wanted to see what types of programs are offered. Tonight, I started out writing a post about home schooling, and my experiences with those students, but had second thoughts about jumping into that bear pit, and erased it.
As I made my way down to the Chesser Homestead, the area was engulfed in heavy fog. That’s the first fog I’ve seen here.
I figured the fog might make the group’s arrival a little late, and I was right. Lots of turkeys were out and about in the subdued light.
When the sun finally started burning off the fog, it revealed the fine work of an artistic spider. I followed the group around through a number of their scheduled programs, and felt comfortable that I could handle running any of the educational stations.
This evening I decided to grill up several chicken/apple/gouda sausages so I’d have tonight’s dinner as well as a few more easy fix meals. That’s when I once again began to tear out my hair. In my six years on the road, I’ve had a number of little gas grills. They seem to work just great for a very short time. Then after several uses, the heat seems to ebb and my hottest temperature seems to be 250*. I just don’t get it. People use those portable grills for years, but it seems I always have problems with maintaining proper cooking temperatures. While I was in Mississippi I replaced the hose extension so I could use a larger propane tank. That worked for a month. When I tried to fire it up this evening, it blasted to high, and then immediately dropped down to almost no heat. Again, I just don’t get it. What is up with me and gas grills?
I had to bring everything inside and finish it on the stove. I’m thinking I’m just going to give up trying to have an outside gas grill.
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy