Wickham Park and Campground in Melbourne, Florida

This is Wickham Park. West is at the top of the map, north is to the right, east is at the bottom and south on the left. The tiny red and white dog in the lower left quadrant represents the off-leash fenced-in dog park area.

Below is the campground, again, the top is facing west.

Below is transportation for Harley Dawg and I. We are struggling to make it past the 2 mile mark. So far we just ride around the park with stops at the dog park. Harley gets pretty excited anytime we are on the bike and whines "giddyup!" as we get closer to the dog park. I try to quiet him down, but he wiggles in his basket super excited and urges me to pedal faster and faster. He likes the wind in his fur.

One day I was kind of dizzy, so I got off the bicycle and began pushing it. He looked at me like I had lost my mind. Finally I felt well enough to pedal him onward.  What a monkey!

Below is our view of the campground out my window by the desk and dining area in the camper. Ironically, we were parked right under those two big oaks last winter for 2 months. Harley still likes to visit this spot to water the trees. When campers are parked there, I try to entice him to water something somewhere else.

Below is our view of Pinehurst Gardens from our patio awning area. Harley thinks all that is his personal domain but his tether doesn't reach that far.

 After we arrived the winds kicked up a few days to 40 miles per hour gusts with steady winds of around 30-35. The tabs that hold my outdoor mat down with tent stakes, rotted off. Our rug blew out to Pinehurst Gardens!

I spent the next dry morning learning to attach grommets. The first one came out kind of sloppy, but then I got the hang of it.

After the fierce winds, we had incredibly cold weather. Harley refused to go outside until I presented him with his jacket. Santa Claus brought him this for Christmas 2 years ago and he just loves to wear it. When I drug it out to show him, he twirled in circles, then he danced, then he jumped up and down. It was hard to get him to pipe down for 2 seconds while I put it on him but he was mighty thrilled with himself when he got to wear it again.

It's a nice Suede Shearling coat from Amazon. Harley is wearing the XS size. Two years later, it still looks great. It's really Ultrasuede so I am able to tosh it in my compact washing machine with the rest of the laundry.

Now that it's warmed back up again, the winds have died down and a certain little doggy is hoping to go to the dog park. Neither of us need jackets today. Glory be! Life is goof.