This weekend Agatha is making her glamping debut at a small gathering of the Midwest Glampers at Pleasant Creek State Recreation Area near Cedar Rapids. This is the view from my writing spot this morning. We never camped at Pleasant Creek before, although Butch and I drove through it a few years ago and said "We should come back here." But we never did.
So now my long time friend Joanie and I are here with the Midwest Glampers. The Glampers are the women who inspired me to try and go it alone. It's a small group this time but lots of laughs already. Saturday night, they have a luau planned with a potluck for those who choose or bring your own meal for those who prefer that. Joanie and I did not come prepared with the appropriate costumes and we did discuss weaving grass skirts for the occasion but we are afraid the park rangers would frown on us cutting the amount of grass necessary. We walk over to the other loop after our supper last night to join the campfire. Lydia's adorable daughter roasted (read 'burned') marshmallows for everyone except Carol, who was waiting for a one toasted "golden brown." I don't know if she ever got one.
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.