The Midwest Glampers are nothing if not inventive and adventurous. Saturday morning was spent dealing with the May flies, breakfast, and telling lies. After lunch, Ann and Betty hosted a high tea. Hats were encouraged and several busied themselves creating fanciful chapeaus out of paper plates, bowls and found flowers.
A quick change of clothes and then we were off to nearby Potosi to the 170 year old brewery and brewery museum, which donates all profits to charity. The occasion was an afternoon of music with singer-guitarist Bryan Popp in their beer garden. It was a beautiful day but warm, and when we arrived all of the umbrella tables were taken. So we perched along a stone wall and enjoyed the music, gradually melting. Before long, a woman approached me and said they had a small table at the back and were leaving--would we like it? I may have been looking a little peaked, being the oldest in the group. We grabbed the table and soon another opened up so everyone had seats. A fun afternoon.
After a quick visit to beautiful gardens across the street, we returned to the campground. Ginge and I feasted on our leftovers and missed out on some board games and bubble blowing. Activities that were scrapped due to the May flies included kayaking and croquet. We toasted Butch with root beer floats. After a beautiful sunset, some of us retired while others enjoyed a campfire. I can't tell you much about the campfire. This morning the May flies had pretty much departed and we tolerated the trains every half hour or so. All in all, a great weekend!
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.