The recent heat wave combined with the rain apparently also spawned a record number of flies, so that the most useful tool in the camper was the fly swatter. However, the flow over the beautiful Beed's Lake Dam was back to normal from a few weeks ago.
This past weekend's camping trip included very spotty internet, so the blog had to wait until our return home. We returned to North Central Iowa and Beed's Lake where we had been a few weeks ago with the Midwest Glampers. Several of my classmates were going to be in town for the Franklin County Fair. The fairgrounds also include a historical village complete with blacksmithing demonstrations and an ice cream maker powered by a tractor. Wednesday night we were able to gather for a pleasant campfire, although the loop we were in was so full of large RVs and campers, that it was hardly experiencing the outdoors. Saturday night we did another one, but borrowed a tent site down by the lake where it was less congested. Thursday, we were hit with heavy rains several times--part of the system that spawned 25 tornadoes throughout Iowa that day. Consequently we sampled some of the local restaurants as well as the fair food.
The recent heat wave combined with the rain apparently also spawned a record number of flies, so that the most useful tool in the camper was the fly swatter. However, the flow over the beautiful Beed's Lake Dam was back to normal from a few weeks ago.
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It's an important family weekend--the second birthday of our great-granddaughter Olivia Jane. So we are at Cherry Glen campground seven minutes away from them. Our son Pat, wife Jill, and grandson Jack are up from Texas for the event as well. Like most of our camping this year, the weather could be better but the campground is full. That wasn't true when we arrived Thursday, but by last night all of these sites were full and the nearby playground was at capacity. Yesterday Pat and Jill took Jack for a college visit at Iowa State, Brooke and Nick had to work, and Olivia was at daycare so we had to entertain ourselves. After a leisurely morning, we took a drive around Saylorville Lake, the recent scene of some very heavy rains and still affected by flooding. A number of roads were closed but we did enjoy the prairie flowers at Acorn Valley recreation area. Later in the afternoon, we gathered at Brooke and Nick's for pizza. Olivia's presents this year from us are all hand-me-downs from our no-longer-used attic playroom: plastic dishes and food and a wooden rocking horse. She found the little toaster a challenge but bravely resisted any attempts to show her how to use it (she is two, after all). She allowed Great-Grandpa to pick her up only so she could supervise her mother's amazing job of putting rainbow frosting on her cupcakes, which she then decided passed the taste test. Today her grandparents and great-grandparents will be charged with babysitting while her parents go to a wedding in Cedar Falls. I hope we meet her high standards. Fortunately, she thinks her Uncle Jack is pretty cool. Meanwhile this morning a lazy breakfast and some writing. I'm thinking the dumpster dumping truck that came around at 7:20 this morning probably didn't make any friends here in the campground.
It is a gorgeous weekend weather-wise and we are not camping. I hope it's not the only good one of the summer. But it's been busy. Friday we met some of Butch's classmates for lunch. We are getting so old that reminiscing about high school years has been done over and over and mostly we just catch up on everyone. Then after supper, we stopped downtown at a gathering of the local class of 1973. This was my first class of eighth graders and I have been forever grateful that they were so easy on me. It could have been a short teaching career. I have a special connection to that class in that when I quit teaching 22 years later, one member of that class took my place and I went to work for another one--part time in her flower shop. It was really great to catch up with them as they now near retirement. One man (it's hard not to think of them as kids) said he didn't remember my face, but he remembered my voice. Hmmm. In a little over a week, we will journey to my hometown for the county fair and an informal gathering of some of my classmates. I think reunions get better with age. I'm working on the first book in a new series right now that will be titled Reunion and Revenge. I hope that's not prophetic. |
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