Day three in the campground and no one was able to go anywhere on the slick ice until early afternoon. I was not able to go target shooting or quick draw practice cause of the slickness of the surface. My hooves provide a robust platform but not for shooting so I just crashed all day and ate cookies. Cowboys love cookies with their lattes. The Driver tried to go buy gas and got partially out of the camping area and the vehicle went a bit sideways - I blame too much wine. (ED NOTE - no wine was involved in the minor incident) He had to get out and chop a hole in the ice with the back of his hatchet. LOL. The weather is going to change a bit tomorrow and we are set to move - I hope west. I know this cause my bones are hurting. That is how we actual cowboys know things. So not much to report from Lake Forlorn and the Ice Palace on Wheels. 

There was a vote today for “Best Individual to be Stuck in a Storm in a Tiny Trailer With.” I never voted before but it did not seem fair that the Kind & Pretty One got six votes, the Driver got one and C. Moose, got a request to trot into town and get lattes. How does this thing work. No wonder I did not get to be President.