We are at Cherry Glen Campground at Saylorville Reservoir near Des Moines. Our arrival was one of those RVers dread: setting up in a cold relentless rain. We did the minimum--unhook, plug in, level (sort of), wheel blocks, stabilizers down, slide out. It didn't help that our warmer duds were inside--we wore thin coats and shoes not designed for sloshing around in puddles.
So it was with great relief that we threw our coats in the tub, found our slippers and switched on the furnace. Even more warming was a visit from son Pat with the bride-and-groom-to-be in tow. The wedding is Saturday, at the zoo of course--just your run-of-the-mill wedding with a Batman theme. Pat and Brooke will go to Cedar Rapids this morning to pick up some of the cakes from Brooke's mom. My part in the preparations today will be getting a pedicure. Hey, any sacrifice for family, right?
And as it gets lighter out, I see glimpses of flowering shrubs around and a few green buds on trees. It looks like it really is a pretty campground. Maybe the rain will stay away long enough for a walk. This post is starting to sound like that silly song, Letter from Camp. Hello Mudder, Hello Fadder.