After a 350 mile day driving down the coast on Hwy 1 into a 25-35mph headwind with record rains from a left over typhoon we pulled into a campground which was only slightly awash. A throw away poncho was of little help hooking up the water, power and cable but all was worth it after I got inside and dried off. The wind was still howling but the aroma of a big pan of lasagna with garlic bread and a good red wine meant all was right with the world. Then sit back and watch Sunday night football and go to sleep to the sound of the rain pounding down. Even bad weather is better in the rig.