Rain, rain, rain. Yesterday I woke up to the sound of rain pelting our aluminum roof. It was one of those endless Sundays of clouds, wind, rain, and cold, which Vermont can get any time of year. We couldn’t do much outside. We couldn’t get rid of stuff from storage (because the drop-off places were all closed). So we all whittled away at the day the best we could. It was a dull, dull day.

With the dense clouds, our solar panels were only able to make 6 amp-hours all day. That’s the worst performance we’ve had since we were in the dark Redwood forest in California. Normally they generate 40-55 amp-hours this time of year. It’s not a problem because our battery bank can easily cover us for a few days.

In the evening we met Bert & Janie for Italian dinner at Papa Frank’s. They are leaving today for Quebec City. We’ve come to realize that our schedules may align again in October as we are heading down the east coast, so with luck we’ll be able to travel with them again to Philadelphia, Shenandoah National Park, Great Smokies National Park, and Cumberland National Seashore. This will change our plans but for the better, I think.