Different places, different sounds

One thing about traveling with an RV is that each time you stop for the night, the sounds outside your window are different. Sometimes it's just traffic. Sometimes it's a train horn. But sometimes it is something better. Two nights ago in Crescent City, Calif., where I camped right on the beach, I heard seals barking all night. They were faint, so they didn't keep me awake. This morning, in the Eureka KOA, I awoke to the mooing of a cow.

I like waking up to different sounds and I like sleeping to different sounds. I look forward to Death Valley so I can lie in my bed and listen to coyotes howl.