I noticed a couple of days before that the site I had reserved was a shared site with another pad right next to it and a joined campfire and picnic area. So we could have had complete strangers next door and been right in each others laps, which certainly wouldn't be the end of the world, but it was nice to have the complete space to ourselves. Maybe it was the "Beware of the Pitbull" sign.
Our trip here to Thomson Causeway on the Mississippi was instigated by an authors' book signing/roundtable discussion at Deanna's Java Cafe in nearby Clinton. The journey here was a comedy of not-so-funny errors--lost tools, skipped steps, and forgotten items. You'd think we'd get this down eventually. Anyway, it has been a great weekend. I noticed a couple of days before that the site I had reserved was a shared site with another pad right next to it and a joined campfire and picnic area. So we could have had complete strangers next door and been right in each others laps, which certainly wouldn't be the end of the world, but it was nice to have the complete space to ourselves. Maybe it was the "Beware of the Pitbull" sign. Friday was extremely windy and we watched a poor pelican trying to make progress into the wind over the river. We gained a lot more sympathy for him when we took a bike ride around the other loops of the campground and hit the open point jutting out into the river. Friday night after supper, lacking dessert makings, we drove into Thompson for some of Bear's ice cream--an excellent choice. Saturday we headed into Clinton with bags of books and spent a pleasant couple of hours visiting with readers and other authors Misty urban, Teresa LaBelle, and Dionne Witt. Afterwards, we had a great lunch at the Candlelight Inn on a deck overlooking the river before taking in a matinee performance of South Pacific at the Clinton Showboat. What a fun venue--it's like having a play performed in your own living room. The theater (named for Clinton native Lillian Russell) is small enough that microphones are not necessary and it was very well done. By the time we got back to the campground, we were still full from lunch so opted for a light supper after a bike ride and enjoyed another beautiful sunset and a lovely fire. Another one for the books.
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2/1/2017 02:55:12 pm
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