Monday, October 29, 2012

Marshmallows and home...is anything better?

Marshmallows!
On Tuesday, October 16th, we drove out of Lexington and made our way to Charleston, West Virginia. Though we didn't stop to tour the town, we did manage to find ourselves on some tiny roads snaking their way through the West Virginia mountains whose beauty in the fall is hard to surpass (except for this fall in upper Michigan). Though the scenery was spectacular, the drive was positively harrowing with only a single slim lane in each direction, trees whose limbs occasionally grazed the roof of the RV, a steady flow of traffic, entirely too many traffic lights and more than one state's fair share of hairpin turns and arduous climbs. Despite all that, we pulled into the Rifrafters Campground in Fayetteville, a lovely, albeit tiny, campground about an hour southeast of Charleston with some friendly folks in charge.

More marshmallows!
We settled into a campsite and quickly gathered the necessary items for a proper marshmallow roasting fire. Armed with a fresh bag of medium sized marshmallows (Becky, Jon and their three sons helped us polish off all the giant ones in Wauconda, IL a couple of weeks back), I skewered a couple at a time and commenced the last roasting of the trip. Ken, in typical fashion, simply set his marshmallows on fire then extinguished and ate them. No fanfare, no contorting himself to find the perfect spot in the fire where the heat alone toasts the little cylinders to a perfect brown, just a quick blackening followed by a quick eating. What a shame. Luckily, he didn't eat that many, and I followed one duet of evenly toasted marshmallows with another for entirely too long that evening. Yum.

In the morning, we readied the RV and ourselves for the trip home. With the anticipation of seeing the old homestead increasing with each passing mile, I struggled not to speed. Luckily with 16,000 pounds of RV, tow dolly and car, it's hard to speed anyway. We stopped for lunch somewhere and ate quickly, not wanting to delay our arrival at home anymore than absolutely necessary.

The sun setting behind the barn
And then...home. Is there any scenery lovelier than the sight of home after so many months away? None I saw in all our travels could even compete.

The Ed!
At 3pm, after pulling in front of the home we have missed for almost 8 months, we began the 2 1/2 hour ordeal to unpack the whole RV. In his excitement and confusion, The Ed followed me from RV to house and back again all afternoon while we unloaded. Our stuff must have multiplied while we drove and as we took armful after armful out of the RV, we were perplexed at all the clothing, food and assorted crap we had accumulated. But, aahh, it's good to be home.

Mom!
Chris and Chrissy
Farmer Dad!
We spent our first evening home catching up with the house, trying to re-assimilate all the stuff from the RV and enjoying the feeling of finally being home. The next several days were filled with the inevitable scrubbing of the RV and car, mowing of the yard, and cleaning of the house, along with the great fun of visiting with the 'rents and Chrissy and Chris. As if to welcome us home, a hot air balloon floated over the house a couple of mornings. We hadn't seen the hot air balloons in two years!

Robin and Joe
Another day, a package arrived from Robin... Marshmallow Madness!, a fluffy covered book after my own heart and one so delicious looking that I may actually just eat the book instead of following the recipes. Thank you, Robin!

Janine and Joel with us
in Fairbanks
The next week, we drove down to Greensboro to visit Nene and Joel for a while, and decided to stay through Halloween to avoid Hurricane Sandy, whose torrential rainfall and heavy winds along the northern half of the eastern seaboard promised to be legendary. Our decision to stay may also have been influenced by the fact that we missed the heck outta them while we've been gone.

Stacy and S'monkey
We even caught up with Stacy one day for an indulgent lunch and our chatting reached a fever pitch. By the time Ken and I returned to Nene and Joel's house that day, I was hoarse from so much talking. Excellent.

In the coming weeks we will visit everyone we haven't seen and have missed for so long. What an outstanding trip of a lifetime!

Kentucky...horsepower and horses

On Sunday, October 14th, after pulling out of the campground in the Land Between the Lakes, we headed eastward and found ourselves at the National Corvette Museum in Bowling Green, Kentucky. Our tour began with an embarrassing computer quiz about our collective Corvette knowledge (which is minimal). We both failed. In order to not continue the embarrassment, we headed into the exhibits.

1953 Corvette Roadster
We discovered that the Corvette was first produced in 1953. That year 300 of them were produced, all with a white exterior and a red interior. The fiberglass body was constructed almost entirely by hand in a makeshift factory. Offering a 2-speed transmission and a black canvas top, the only optional items available were a signal-searching AM radio and a heater. These first Corvettes cost only $3498 and were very underpowered, by sports car standards! In short time, though, they came into their own (with a new engine) and rose to the top of the sports car world.

1958 Corvette
As we continued through the museum, we saw Corvettes whose dedicated owners had lovingly restored them to their former glory. This 1958 250HP with F1 Corvette, despite its iconic look, is actually a very rare combination for that year with its red body and snowcrest white side coves. Only 458 were produced that year and this one is number 262.

Further into the museum, we wandered into a round showroom with lots of mint condition cars. As we walked past each one, a plaque described their provenance and life story. The most interesting one, I thought, brought our cross-continent RV trip back into focus. Next to a red Corvette, implausibly outfitted with a roof rack, 2 cans of gasoline and windshield guards, we read about its trip from Dawson City, Yukon, up the Dempster Highway to Inuvik, Northwest Territories, right on the Arctic Ocean. For those brave souls willing to 'do the Dempster', common advice is to bring at least two spare tires and lots of extra gasoline for the 986 miles of gravel, mud and potholes (roundtrip).

Corvette C6 that drove the Dempster
Amazingly, this Corvette C6 made the trip with no flats, and though it suffered a cracked windshield and some nasty chips in the paint, it survived the take-no-prisoners Dempster Highway. When we drove to Dawson City from Tok, Alaska, the trip took us over the Top of the World Highway, whose advertised paved sections felt and looked a lot more like gravel and whose gravel sections felt and looked a lot more like slippery mud. A trip that should have taken us about an hour and a half on good roads took us over 4 hours each way on the Top of the World. With that experience (and the poor Versa not equipped for such abuse), we didn't dare tackle the Dempster. Another day and another car, perhaps. But we give serious kudos to John Phillips, who tamed the Dempster in 1997 with this 'Vette and then drove it 4000 miles back to Ann Arbor, Michigan. Nicely done, sir.

We headed out of Bowling Green toward Lexington, Kentucky, and past an astounding number of giant horse farms. Huge spreads of green grass with miles of fencing surrounding them, each farm sported a regal sounding name with precious few horses actually visible from the road. We pulled into the Kentucky Horse Park to set up camp. The Kentucky Horse Park is a 1229-acre state-owned park offering a large campground, two museums, competition facilities and the offices of 30 equine-related associations, in addition to lots of pastureland for the actual horses. We settled in, walked The Ed around the campground, ate some dinner and relaxed for the rest of the evening.

Lexington History Center
In the morning, we ventured into downtown Lexington to see the sights of this great city. Oddly, the road signs for the visitor center led us on a wild goose chase. After asking three different folks where the visitor center was located, we finally found it. Armed with several brochures, we began with the walking tour of the historic district, where many of the homes fall under the purview of the local historical preservation society, the Bluegrass Trust (BGT).

As we strolled around, we learned about the different homes and about how Lexington became the center of horse racing. Early millionaires who earned their fortunes in the sport built their homes in what is now the historic district of the city, near Transylvania University. Founded in 1780, Transylvania University was the first college established west of the Allegheny Mountains and chartered while Thomas Jefferson was governor of Virginia (which included what is now Kentucky).

Thoroughbred Park in Lexington, Kentucky
Just a few blocks away, we found Thoroughbred Park where the city's signature statue displays a horse race frozen in bronze as they run down the track. The whole park seemed alive with the excitement of the race's conclusion. A fountain mimicked the noise of the crowd, with the streams of water shooting highest closest to the finish line. A path of rough paving stones ran from one end of the park to the other, symbolizing the pock marked track after the horses had run over it. There were even bronze horses grazing in the grass and laying in the sunshine. What a beautiful park.

Ken beat 'em by a nose!
After admiring the city for the better part of a few hours, we headed back to the RV and spent the remainder of the afternoon and evening enjoying the beautiful fall weather and soft warm sunshine filtering through the trees around us. With all the work at Grandma's house, my useless shoulders were still smarting from all the painting, so I took a nap. Ken, meanwhile, entertained The Ed and made another awesome dinner for us. What a fun fall day!

Monday, October 15, 2012

We are family. Come on, everybody, and sing.

With wine on Birgit's shirt...shhh.
On Tuesday October 2nd, we left our campground in Cedar Springs, MI and headed south to West Lafayette, Indiana, to visit my cousin Ryan, his wife Birgit and their kiddos, Ben and Bea. Through bad timing, Ryan was out of town on a business trip, but we had a great visit with the rest of the clan. After a tasty dinner (pre-prepared by Ryan...thank you), we chatted with Birgit over several bottles of wine. Nice. Too bad 10 years have slipped away since we last saw them (before the kids!). Next time we'll come when Ryan's in town, too, and hopefully it won't be another 10 years.

Jon, Melissa, Lelah and Hennah
On Wed- nesday October 3rd, we drove to Champaign, Illinois, where we visited my cousin John, his wife Melissa and their two entertaining girls, Lelah and Hennah. With the girls swirling around being thoroughly adorable and funny, we adults chatted over dinner and wine. What a great time we had with them!

On Thursday, October 4th, with Hermann, Missouri, as our destination, a tire on the RV decided to blow apart on I-70 near St. Louis, taking with it some trim, most of a compartment and part of the wheel well. Grr. After contacting the emergency roadside service to replace the shredded tire with the spare, we searched high and low for just one working air machine in the greater St. Louis metropolitan area. After an hour, much cussing and several gallons of gas wasted, we located a tire shop whose generous mechanics wrestled with the poorly designed truck tire stem to inflate the stupid spare. Finally back on the road, we made it to Hermann a few hours after we had intended, but, thankfully, no worse for the wear.

The Ed is back!
Tom, Aimee and Julaine
Grandma's house
After meeting the 'rents in Hermann (and they brought us The Ed!) at my Aunt Olivia's house, we headed to Julaine and Tom's house for a lovely dinner with them and my cousin, Aimee. The following days were spent working on my Grandma's house with Mom and Dad. We painted some walls, cleaned, replaced a bunch of light fixtures, bought a new fridge, painted the floor in the basement, changed out the old range hood, swapped out some old drawer knobs, painted the laundry room and potting room, hung some drywall, trimmed some bushes and painted some more. Though we're all exhausted, the place looks great. Here's hoping for a quick sale now. In between all the work, we managed to see Tom, Julaine, Aimee, Donnie and Nathan some, as well as try most of the restaurants in Hermann at least once and a couple of them twice (like Montague's and Jillsie's). Nice.

New lights in the kitchen
Painted cabinets and new
carpet in laundry room
With the house updated to the best of our collective abilities in such a short period of time, the 'rents headed home and we headed to Terre Haute, Indiana on October 11th. Having missed his cousins, Connie and George, on our way through Indiana a week or so earlier, we were determined to see them after leaving Hermann. After 42 years, we figured it was high time for a visit. Despite our intentions of arriving early, the spare tire, in an effort not to be forgotten and perhaps to make us late again, decided to lose most of its air on our way to Terre Haute. Thankfully, we were at a truck stop with a tire shop nearby who could replace the old valve stem and...wait for it... actually re-inflate the tire themselves with their own air machine. Nice.

Connie, Ken and George
When we finally arrived, we parked the RV in their driveway and Connie and George treated us to a tasty homemade dinner and great conversation. Spoiling us rotten, they sent us on our way in the morning with a yummy breakfast and a nice cookbook (thank you!). It was great to see them...hopefully it won't be so long before we see them again.

From Terre Haute, we drove due south to the western part of Kentucky. We bypassed the Land Between the Lakes (LBL) on our trip through the area last year, so we made sure to add it back in on this leg. The Land Between the Lakes is a rectangle of land between two south flowing rivers, the Cumberland on the east side and the Tennessee on the west. The rivers form two very long parallel lakes, Barkley and Kentucky, with 170,000 acres of pretty land wedged in the middle of them.

Ken, Hannah and Pam
As a bonus, we met my cousin, Hannah, and her friend, Kellie, for dinner in nearby Murray where Hannah is a student at Murray State University. We enjoyed some nice Italian fare at Tom's Pizza while we chatted with the two of them for a couple of hours. What a nice visit!

Fall in Kentucky
After dinner, Ken and I drove back to the RV in the absolute darkness that is the Land Between the Lakes National Recreation Area at night. Despite all the animals we saw along the way with the headlights, we made it back safely (and so did they). We camped at Hillman Ferry Campground, easily one of the largest parks we've ever visited (over 450 campsites!).

Mile high lemon meringue pie
In the morning, overcast skies and drizzle kept us from venturing out early. But by mid- morning, the skies began to clear so we headed to Grand Rivers, just north of the campground, where Patti's Restaurant at Patti's 1880s Settlement is the main attraction. With a dizzying array of small buildings linked together via breezeways, doorways, sidewalks, and streams, the campus of Patti's offers everything from mini golf to Christmas ornaments. Mr. Bill's Restaurant, obviously an off-shoot of the main one, provides a similar atmosphere and exactly the same food as Patti's, but, fortunately, without the hour long wait. We ate a decent lunch and then splurged on the 'mile-high' lemon meringue pie. Yum.

Grand Rivers, Kentucky
After lunch, we toured the tiny town and walked down to the harbor on Lake Barkley where we watched some sailboats heading out for the day. As we strolled back toward the car, we noticed folks setting up for an afternoon parade, so we quickly left town. The remainder of our day was spent lazing around the RV, enjoying the late afternoon sun and beautiful fall leaves around our campsite next to Kentucky Lake.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Grand Rapids, MI day 2: ArtPrize!

Titled: 'A Second Chance At Life'
On Monday, October 1st, we decided to try our luck at seeing the ArtPrize sculptures. We headed downtown and after much searching, finally found a parking spot a few blocks from the Gerald Ford Presidential Museum. Walking back to the museum, we saw the giant colorful fishing lure and the penguins in the fountain we had seen yesterday. But nearby, we also spied a big angry Tyrannosaurus rex lurking next to the building in search of snacks. Or, at least that's what he looked like to us. Apparently the artist's intent with this piece was to convey the second chance at life, depicted by the white bone 'growing' out of the fossilized darker bones of his feet. The artist's statement indicated that the work symbolizes the enduring desire for humanity to conquer the inevitable obstacles we face.

'The Nanny'
Did someone lose a button? Must have been
quite a pair of pants.
Near him we found a docile hedgehog pushing a pig, a bear and a skunk in a stroller. Hmm. Adorable, but we questioned the larger meaning. Perhaps they would become lunch for the T-Rex?

At the other end of the Presidential Museum, we found a ridiculously huge red button, so naturally we took some pictures with it, though we again failed to see any larger meaning in it other than the silliness it brought out in us. Nice.

Sculpture commissioned by the federal government
in 1977...for break time?
With our trusty ArtPrize guide in hand, we began a 3 mile hike around the downtown buildings and through a few of them in search of the contestants' entries. We tried to go on, but our empty bellies commanded we find lunch. Fast. We located the Parsley Mediterranean Grille, a Lebanese place offering delicious food with outstanding service. We ordered vegetarian wraps, a side order of hummus and a piece of baklava to share for dessert. Yum. Our stomachs tamed, we continued wandering through the large office buildings of Grand Rapids, along with thousands of our closest friends, in search of more art.

La Grande Vitesse yarn-bombed for ArtPrize
Near the Gerald Ford Federal Building and the Kent County Courthouse, we saw the city's icon, La Grande Vitesse, a huge red-orange shape made of steel whose name means 'great swiftness' in reference to the river that cuts through the heart of Grand Rapids. This sculpture, at 4 stories tall and weighing 42 tons, was dedicated to the city in 1969 by its artist, Alexander Calder. Since then it has become a signature art piece for the city, showing up on the banners, brochures and tourist information promoting the area. For ArtPrize, La Grande Vitesse had been yarn-bombed, meaning it was covered in colorful yarn ropes stretching to orange pails on the plaza. The artist intended for the audience to notice the different shadow patterns cast by the yarn ropes on the pavement as the sun moved across the sky.

'Life Streaming': a metal salmon mobile
We saw literally scores of art pieces scattered around Grand Rapids, though several stuck in our minds. One was the sculpture of a man swinging from a rope suspended between the tops of two buildings. Another was a tent-like structure of stiffened felt in red, black, white and silver cut paperdoll-style into elaborate shapes and strung up to the ceiling of the Art Institute. Yet another was a set of metal fishies 'swimming' upstream in the river, twisting with the action of levers, pulleys and gears with the movement of the water.

Pretty reflection of an old building
in a mirrored new one
Our feet tired and our art appreciation capped at maximum, we strolled back to the car for some Goodwill hunting. It turns out that Grand Rapids is a mecca of Goodwills...lucky for us. Stuffing our new purchases into the already bulging trunk of the car, we returned to the RV for another of Ken's awesome meals before retiring for the evening.

What a fun day!

Monday, October 1, 2012

Grand Rapids, MI day 1: Ford and Wright

And the colors go rushing by...
Early Saturday morning, the 29th, we hit the road eager to make our way south. We headed east until we crossed the Mackinac Bridge over the straits between Lake Michigan to the west and Lake Huron to the east. We were glad to see the beautiful fall colors of the Upper Peninsula followed us into mainland Michigan. Our long trip ended north of Grand Rapids in the small town of Cedar Springs where we set up at the Lakeside Camp Park, a lovely campground with a pretty little pond full of fishies and colorful maple trees all around.

Old barn next to the campground
With Yelp.com's help, we selected Sushi Kuni in Grand Rapids for dinner. Just a short 20 mile drive away from the campground, we snacked on very respectable nigiris and rolls, with excellent service to boot. Nice. With much of the evening still to go, we decided to head downtown for a preview of Grand Rapids. No sooner had we pulled off the highway on the downtown exit that we noticed them. Hordes and hordes of people walking around several sculptures. The traffic was terrific, so we bailed out and headed back to the RV.

Bronze kids in bronze boats in the water fountain
Over happy hour we realized that we had stumbled into the middle of ArtPrize, the world's largest art competition held every year for 2 1/2 weeks in the fall. The swarms of pedestrians were milling around the entire downtown area taking in the art offered for their inspection and, hopefully, votes. The prize winners are determined by a series of voting days that narrow the number to the top ten and then to the grand prize. We vowed to return to see more of the sculptures than the few we glimpsed while making our getaway.

Giant fishing lure attached to the museum
Penguins playing
in the fountain
On Sunday, we headed to the Gerald R. Ford Presid-ential Library and Museum, coincidentally right where we had been last night when we first encountered the teeming mobs of people for ArtPrize. The morning hours did nothing to calm the enthusiasm for the sculptures nor did it quell the number of visitors. Miraculously, we found a parking space and then made our way through the throngs of people to the museum's entrance where we spied a gigantic colorful fishing lure titled 'Hooked on Michigan'. Ha! Nearby, a large group of sculpted penguins played in the water fountain and a couple of bronze children paddled around in bronze boats.

With the vast majority of the crowd interested only in perusing the six or eight large art pieces in the museum's lobby, we headed upstairs to begin our tour of Mr. Ford's life in relative isolation. The first section of the museum set up the timeframe of his presidency in terms of social norms and customs. In other words, the room was decked out in bell bottoms, hip huggers, fringe and a disco ball while 70s tunes played overhead. Groovy.

File cabinets in the DNC broken into by Nixon's cronies
With Ford's presidency resulting from Nixon's resignation over the Watergate scandal, many of the exhibits told the story of the investigation, cover-up, release of the tapes, impeachment, resignation and then Ford assuming the presidency. Ford made his new administration one of openness and honesty in order to reestablish the trust of the country and the integrity of the position. But his pardon of Nixon for any crimes he committed or may have committed before Nixon had even been charged soured the public's opinion of Ford bitterly.

Ford grew up in Cedar Springs, Michigan, coincidentally the same town where we camped while in the Grand Rapids area. His upbringing by a strong mom and stepdad helped develop his lifelong penchant for doing right by the country in spite of the political toll it may take. Thus, despite intense criticism over the decision, he felt that pardoning Nixon would allow the country to move on from the scandal and halt a quagmire of investigations and upcoming trials.

Inflation and foreign oil exhibit
Throughout his tenure in office, Ford fought the rising inflation across the country. One panel mentioned that leaders from New York City came to him looking for hand outs to pull the city through a fiscal crisis caused by rampant overspending. Instead of cowing to them (and many critics in the media), Ford publicly refused to support any financial relief for New York City. He encouraged city leaders to do their belt-tightening now rather than delay it with federal assistance.

Original stairs at the U.S. Embassy
in Vietnam
With the troops already out of Vietnam, Ford directed the mass evacuation of Vietnamese refugees from South Vietnam. He eventually swayed Congress to allow 120,000 refugees to receive asylum in the U.S., citing our country's precedent of harboring political refugees. We saw the original stairs from the U.S. Embassy in Vietnam which 50,000 people climbed to escape the country. Also politically unfavorable, he advocated a conditional amnesty for Vietnam draft-dodgers to return to America. We saw the angry letters from several Vietnam veterans who had enclosed their service medals in protest over that decision.

With the criticism about Vietnam and Nixon against him, he lost the presidential election in 1976 to Jimmy Carter, who granted an unconditional amnesty for draft dodgers on his first day in office, also wildly unpopular with many Americans. In any case, we also learned about Betty Ford, whose open honesty and forthrightness with the press earned her a lot of respect with the American people. Ultimately, Ford served only 895 days as president, the shortest term of any president who did not die in office.

Frank Lloyd Wright's Meyer May House
Our bellies growling, we headed toward the Frank Lloyd Wright home and found a neighborhood Chinese restaurant nearby. The Beijing Kitchen turned out to be, hands down, the best Chinese food we've eaten in 20 states and 3 provinces, despite a decor with all the charm of a high school cafeteria at a fraction of the size. It's obvious they're spending their money on the quality of the food, thankfully.

Living room with skylights
back lit with electric lights in 1909
Next we joined a tour group at the Meyer May House, a home designed by architect Frank Lloyd Wright. Completed in 1909 for a local clothier tycoon, Mr. Meyer May, the home is typical of Wright's other structures in its elegant simplicity, complex architecture and earth tone colors. After a dull introduction video detailing the work required to restore the home to its original glory, we toured it. Our guide led us though the disguised main entrance, so unlike its Victorian neighbors with their auspicious entrances and large windows.

We began with the living room whose carpets were designed to accommodate only specific pieces of furniture also designed by Wright. A beautiful hearth with horizontal glass detailing between the bricks stood behind a pair of arts and crafts style chairs. In keeping with Wright's adherence to the scale of his clients, he built the home to accommodate its short owner, Mr. May, who rang in at a paltry 5 feet 4 inches in height. Proper to the scale of its owner, the ceilings were only 8 feet high, in contrast to the 10-18 foot heights of the neighboring Victorian homes.

Dining table with built in
electric lighting
Steelcase, the office furniture manufacturer, sponsored the total renovation of the home in the mid-1980s and now offers free tours to the public, in deference to the history it has with Mr. Wright. Apparently, Frank Lloyd Wright designed furniture on behalf of Steelcase for the Johnson Wax building once upon a time, thus providing the basis of Steelcase's subsequent office furniture lines and solidifying the company's position in the industry. We were thrilled to see such a complete and detailed restoration of a period home, and for free.

Niedeken mural in
Meyer May house
In the dining room, Wright designed an expandable table with electric lighting built into the corners, before electric lighting was commonplace in homes. Nearby, a stunning mural of pastel hollyhocks painted by George Niedeken adorned the center post of the home. Upstairs our guide showed us the bedrooms and open floor plan between the rooms, as well as the maid's quarters and entrance to the kitchen below.

Bed linens designed by Frank Lloyd Wright
Apparently, Frank Lloyd Wright was known to control every aspect of a home's construction from the archi-tecture to the furniture, decorations and dresser runners. He was even known to insist on the evening gowns women would wear in the homes he designed. Our guide mentioned one client who, after taking over the home he commis-sioned Wright to build, invited him for a weekend visit. Unbeknownst to Wright, the wife had stored Wright's furniture and replaced it with furnishings more to her liking. While his hosts slept, Wright enjoined the house staff to remove the new furniture and replace it with his. In the morning, perhaps not surprisingly, the irritated hosts asked him to leave and never come back. Quite a control freak.


Lakeside Camp Park pond
Typical of his other homes, Wright also designed the land- scaping of the Meyer May house, digging out the yard by 18 inches in order to make the home appear to 'rise out of the earth'. The strong horizontal lines of tan brick and bold dark copper detailing were so out of character for the Victorian neighborhood of colorful wooden homes that the May's daughter remembered feeling strange in the house. Despite the oddity of its Prairie style for the time, we both appreciated the attention to detail and simple elegance throughout the house.

Pond at Lakeside Camp Park
After a run to a Goodwill and some grocery shopping, we headed back to the campground, now filled with the yellow glow of the late afternoon sun of autumn. With dinner out of the way and Ken safely absorbed in a Sunday night football game, I took a short walk to the camp's pond and admired the calm beauty of the water and the fall leaves in the setting sunlight. What a gorgeous area of the country for us to visit this time of year.