Our luck with the weather ran out. Sporadic rain Sunday morning made plans rather precarious but we did manage to get in a great burrito breakfast prepared by Marcie and decided to check out nearby Perry.
This is an antique and junk lovers haven with many interesting shops and a couple of mini malls featuring booths owned by artists or collectors. Some are a jumble of real antiques, silly stuff, and junk. Others are well organized and displayed featuring things I hadn’t seen before. One had a wonderful collection of old clothing from the turn of the twentieth century, men’s collars and midcentury linens.
This is an antique and junk lovers haven with many interesting shops and a couple of mini malls featuring booths owned by artists or collectors. Some are a jumble of real antiques, silly stuff, and junk. Others are well organized and displayed featuring things I hadn’t seen before. One had a wonderful collection of old clothing from the turn of the twentieth century, men’s collars and midcentury linens.
The highlight of the day was, of course, supper. This time it was homemade pizza. Jeff and Annette brought their pizza oven and Annette had prepared all of the dough as well as sliced mushrooms, peppers, and cheeses while the rest of the group contributed meats, sauces, and other toppings. Each person got their own crust and chose the embellishments. Two pizzas could be cooked at once and took about six minutes. We were in pizza heaven.
But the rain, after soaking most of the lawn chairs and picnic benches in the late afternoon, returned before we were done and those who didn’t fit under the awning sheltered under golf umbrellas. None of our campers will comfortably seat twelve people. We were also under a tornado watch although the worst stuff went just south of us. We retreated to our camper and watched the Memorial Day concert from Washington, D.C. while the rain became more insistent. Finally about bedtime, it really let loose.
Because our campsites are so sheltered by trees, it is difficult to tell whether it is still raining or just blowing off the trees onto the camper roof. But it appears to have dwindled and the weather man last night promised us that most of today would be dry. We will see.
A word of tribute on this special day in honor of the men and women in our armed forces, including our grandson Ty, and those who have given their lives in the last 250 years in the name of freedom. We need to remember that Memorial Day was not started to kick off the barbecue or camping season.
But the rain, after soaking most of the lawn chairs and picnic benches in the late afternoon, returned before we were done and those who didn’t fit under the awning sheltered under golf umbrellas. None of our campers will comfortably seat twelve people. We were also under a tornado watch although the worst stuff went just south of us. We retreated to our camper and watched the Memorial Day concert from Washington, D.C. while the rain became more insistent. Finally about bedtime, it really let loose.
Because our campsites are so sheltered by trees, it is difficult to tell whether it is still raining or just blowing off the trees onto the camper roof. But it appears to have dwindled and the weather man last night promised us that most of today would be dry. We will see.
A word of tribute on this special day in honor of the men and women in our armed forces, including our grandson Ty, and those who have given their lives in the last 250 years in the name of freedom. We need to remember that Memorial Day was not started to kick off the barbecue or camping season.
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