Last night they came out with their dad and set up a tent on our site. Elliot is big into baseball so he spent a lot of time in the road throwing a ball up in the air and catching it. Later we enjoyed a rousing and sometimes contentious game of Apples to Apples.
This morning the kids had to help bake cookies to sell at their youth group's stand tomorrow at festivities at Francis Park and they will be back later. Meanwhile, it's very peaceful.
I assume there must be a trail, since that's the name of the park. We enjoy this place for two reasons. About half of the campsites are in a beautiful stand of tall pines and two of our grandchildren live about 7 miles away.
Except for the crows. There is a group (called a murder, I think, right?) in nearby trees who seem to have very boring conversations. Just repeating the same word over and over. Why can't they learn to speak English, anyway?
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.