My camera was in... my laptop/camera bag. All neatly tucked inside with the USB cord perfectly wound, right beside it.
What's more pathetic: looking for two days before finding something... or being utterly shocked when it's right where it's supposed to be?
I've lived out of boxes since moving out of Dallas in 2004. (With the constant renovating at Freeman House, boxes were scooted from room to room. Only the kitchen was ever unpacked!) To say I'm looking forward to my Little Cabin of Organization is a laughable understatement.
Pictures coming soon!
(For those who asked, the pictures in the last post are ones taken in 2008 at the Daingerfield State Park - my favorite spot in Texas.)