Glamping

It took three trips to Menards to find the proper hardware and a healthy measure of cussin’ and sweatin’ before Chris and I finally figured out how to assemble the donated bed. Finally. Our first overnight at Loveless.

“We’re glamping!” said Chris, knocking his bare feet together to dust off the clay.  Glamorous camping. Pretty much.

With all the rain, the concrete floor is covered with red mud. And with no air circulating in the cool walkout basement, it was huuu-mid down there. Getting under those sheets felt like putting on a damp swimsuit.

We debated whether to leave the sheets on (will they get stinky and moldy?) or strip them and bring fresh ones next time.

We decided to leave them on -- and added a dehumidifier to our "to bring" list.

A vintage sleeping bag adds to the rustic decor.

The view from the future screen porch, currently a mosh pit.