I broke camp at my mountain hideaway last Friday, not because I wanted to, but because the campground posted a message that F Loop would close on Sunday at 11:00 a.m.  I didn’t like the thought of my camping gear stranded in a locked, vacant loop, so with the help of a pretty friend, I drove from my Placer County property to my camp, pulled up stakes so to speak, then drove back to my rural property with all my gear in two vehicles; I drove one, she drove the other.  Now I’m in my writing room posting this blog and getting closer to the decision.  My friend is influencing it.  If I can find winter-proof lodging, I may stay in Bridgeport to write my novel during cold winter days and nights.  If not, I may go on the road in Optimus Prime and write from warmer locales.  I will be returning to the campground at the end of September to fish for trout with old friends.  I’ll visit with the residents of Bridgeport during that time, then make my decision.