So the weekend was all planned. Friday night, John Adams (not the President) reading at our library from his new book, The Millionaire and the Mummies. Saturday, a house showing, errands, and some yard work. Sunday, serve communion at church and in the evening, Garrison Keiller in Iowa City.
Friday afternoon at 5:30, the call came. "Saulsbury's open!" Saulsbury Bridge Recreation Area is a wonderful county park that is one of our favorite close-by jaunts. We never got there last year because it didn't open until midsummer due to spring and early summer flooding and the rest of the camping season was pretty booked up. We mulled it over for about 17 seconds. We couldn't make it work Friday night, but we could by mid-Saturday.
Friday afternoon at 5:30, the call came. "Saulsbury's open!" Saulsbury Bridge Recreation Area is a wonderful county park that is one of our favorite close-by jaunts. We never got there last year because it didn't open until midsummer due to spring and early summer flooding and the rest of the camping season was pretty booked up. We mulled it over for about 17 seconds. We couldn't make it work Friday night, but we could by mid-Saturday.
And by Saturday after lunch we were parked and set up. The packing had been minimal. One change of clothes, some marinating steaks and the makings for roasted veggies and "S'moreos." We took a short hike to the river and watched two pair of enterprising Canadian geese who had each nested on one of the old stone bridge piers out in the middle of the river.
After naps, we cooked steaks over the fire and had a lovely meal. And we lucked out with the evening weather. The radar showed a line of storms headed our way that stretched from the Missouri to the Minnesota border. But as it barreled southeast toward us, the north end disintegrated and the rest passed south of us. All we got was a sudden shift of wind from the west to the east that lasted less than half a minute and caused a little coughing and chair shifting around the fire before it switched back again.
The 'S'moreos' are an internet hint that involves separating an Oreo into halves and putting a roasted marshmallow in between the two. Not bad.
Sunday we trekked to town for church--just 20 miles--and then back for 'hobo dinners' over the fire. All in all, despite the total lack of planning, a successful trip. After all we had good friends, good food, and good weather. What more do you need?
And, by the way, Garrison Keillor was awesome!
The 'S'moreos' are an internet hint that involves separating an Oreo into halves and putting a roasted marshmallow in between the two. Not bad.
Sunday we trekked to town for church--just 20 miles--and then back for 'hobo dinners' over the fire. All in all, despite the total lack of planning, a successful trip. After all we had good friends, good food, and good weather. What more do you need?
And, by the way, Garrison Keillor was awesome!
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