We arrived yesterday afternoon at Beed's Lake State Park and have a nice level pull-through site so set-up was pretty easy. Until we realized we had forgotten to fill up with water before we set up. Arrrgh. You'd think we'd never done this before. Fortunately, there is a hydrant across the road and we were able to borrow an extra hose from two nice women a couple of sites down (one of whom graduated with my sister Libby) and, added to our two hoses, fill up without moving the camper. Whew.
However, we soon noticed water under the sink and this time it wasn't a leaky water jug. The hot water line seems to have a problem. We attribute it (and the forgot-to-fill-up brain fart) to a rocky ride through Cedar Rapids. They are working on 380 and every bridge and overpass ends in a six-inch dropoff back to the new roadbed with a sign that says "Bump." This is a lot like calling the Korean War a 'police action.' Our bodies, brains, and camper took a real beating.
However, we soon noticed water under the sink and this time it wasn't a leaky water jug. The hot water line seems to have a problem. We attribute it (and the forgot-to-fill-up brain fart) to a rocky ride through Cedar Rapids. They are working on 380 and every bridge and overpass ends in a six-inch dropoff back to the new roadbed with a sign that says "Bump." This is a lot like calling the Korean War a 'police action.' Our bodies, brains, and camper took a real beating.
So it didn't seem wise to cook and wash dishes here and we trekked to town to the Rustic Brew, site of tonight's book signing. This place is a gem. It was a shoe store when I was in school and is now a delightful coffee shop and mircobrewery. (It's in the book.) The decor features great wall murals done by a friend of the original owner.
I had the loaded chicken salad sandwich on a pretzel bun and Butch had the "Brewster", a lovely concoction. We visited with the owner, a coach and liason officer with the school. He also does all of the brewing. We returned to the campground in time for one of the lovely Beed's Lake sunsets and relished the air conditioning in the camper. This morning we plan to walk over by the spillway and see if we can spot the hole for the doorway. (It's in the book, too.) However, we haven't run into Digger Brunsvold. (He's also in the book.)
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