Beaver Utah and a cozy antique stove

[Ozz]

56 degrees, windy. Left the Salt Lake City traffic madness, (does anyone actually drive the speed-limit there?) Headed south in rain. A pretty drive, a few 6% grades, the truck performed flawlessly. We pat the dash occasionally; Good Truckee we say.
Anyway, we pull into the Beaver Canyon Campground, dash inside the office that looks like an old KOA office-building, Sue is freezing, open the door and wow! a nice warm antique wood-stove, about 6' tall and toasty.
Had to go find the owner lady, she was next door making what smelled like an excellent dinner for the public, in her well-outfitted kitchen. It is reported to be a fine Mexican feast.
Let ya know!

[pineranch]

You must be feeling better than last reported since it appears you are getting ready to pig out on Mexican food. Some take longer to learn. You had the altitude thing, then some other thing, and now the D-thing and still you press on. My hats off to you, remember, what doesn't kill you makes you strong. Hang in there!!
Mike

[Ozz]

Thanks Mike, my only regret is that I have not met you...yet.
I'm as tough as an old boot. Some say the smells are similar...