Lincoln, Nebraska, that is. We did not get to try out the bike trail at Lake Anita yesterday because of intermittent rain. Of course, the sun was pushing its way out as we pulled out of the campground. We did take time to get a photo of a man outstanding in his field--Butch in the beautiful stand of prairie grass behind our campsite.
For some reason, the drive to Lincoln took longer than we anticipated--not sure why. But eventually we reached one of the campgrounds at Branched Oak State Park northwest of Lincoln. The park itself is wonderful. Can't say much for the showers. They are quite old and operated by a ring and chain apparatus that looks like it belongs in a medieval torture chamber. It pulls very hard--I can't imagine that any child under ten can operate it. But the sites are nice with great views.
For some reason, the drive to Lincoln took longer than we anticipated--not sure why. But eventually we reached one of the campgrounds at Branched Oak State Park northwest of Lincoln. The park itself is wonderful. Can't say much for the showers. They are quite old and operated by a ring and chain apparatus that looks like it belongs in a medieval torture chamber. It pulls very hard--I can't imagine that any child under ten can operate it. But the sites are nice with great views.
Butch's baby brother Dan and wife Ann drove up to join us for supper. Since we landed and set up later than expected, we decided to take in a local restaurant. On the recommendation of the campground host, we ended up in nearby Raymond at a bar and grill called the Ding-a-Ling. I had an excellent mushroom and swiss burger.
Dan and Butch plan to golf this afternoon. This requires a lot of advance discussion--much of it self-deprecating (mostly on Butch's part) in the line of: "I can't sink a putt to save my soul lately," "My hip hurts," "I need the senior tees," and so on. I think this is a ritual designed to catch Dan off guard if Butch does have a good round. It was a practice he learned from their dad, Charlie. Sandbagging, I think it's called but I don't really understand the fine points of golf.
We returned to the campground and sat outside for a couple of hours under a moonless, starry, starry sky worthy of Van Gogh.
While the guys golf, Ann, niece Abby, and I will take in a quilt exhibit in downtown Lincoln, hit a grocery store, and come back here to get the fire started for supper. You know how it is for us pioneer women.
This morning I plan to get a bike ride in around the campground. Don't laugh--it's quite large. I also have not met my writing goals the last two days so need to work on that. And there is an arboretum here in the park that we might take in. Ah, the strenuous life of a camper.
We returned to the campground and sat outside for a couple of hours under a moonless, starry, starry sky worthy of Van Gogh.
While the guys golf, Ann, niece Abby, and I will take in a quilt exhibit in downtown Lincoln, hit a grocery store, and come back here to get the fire started for supper. You know how it is for us pioneer women.
This morning I plan to get a bike ride in around the campground. Don't laugh--it's quite large. I also have not met my writing goals the last two days so need to work on that. And there is an arboretum here in the park that we might take in. Ah, the strenuous life of a camper.
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