A Quiet End
Not to me, or even the camping season, I hope, but to the Pleasant Creek trip. Tuesday morning, before Marcia and Harlan left, we hiked the "Interpretive trail.' Apparently you should interpret the numbered posts along the trail, but there was no guide that we could find. However, we still enjoyed the wild asters and the last of the goldenrod. At the top of a hill, we discovered Lewis Bottoms Cemetery, an old but well maintained site that seemed to be dominated by three family names. Old stones that have started to crumble are embedded in the ground. We saw constant evidence of the derecho--trees either bent by the winds or snapped off like toothpicks.
We also made a couple of short road trips--one day for firewood and a few groceries and one day to a nearby apple orchard, where we snagged some apple cider donuts. We also had lovely campfires with a great view of the lake and sunset. Other than that, this was one of those trips to catch up on reading and napping.
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Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.