The camping gremlins have been at work this year throwing obstacles in the way of our usual group finding time to camp together. Things like weather, delay on a new camper delivery, family obligations, etc. So Saturday, it was especially pleasant to have the Ottaways come up from their campsite at Tailwater West and the Halds drive over from home to join us at a fabulous supper. We grilled turkey tenders, pork steaks and finger steaks and downed them with roasted potatoes, green beans and sauteed zucchini and then moved in close around an enticing fire. I don't really think Harriet is trying to kick the photographer here, although it may appear that way.
Sunday morning, I passed out some recipe cards advertising my books, sold a few books and met some very nice people along the way. I was very impressed with the cleanup being done by the Sugarbottom staff as we left.
We loaded up about noon and had an uneventful return trip, including one of the smoothest unhooks we've ever had. We always go in the alley and come in to the back of the house, so it wasn't until later when Butch brought the truck around to the front for unloading that he came in and said there was a surprise out front. Some sweet person put a sign in the yard. I'm going to fingerprint it later. I am a mystery writer after all.
We loaded up about noon and had an uneventful return trip, including one of the smoothest unhooks we've ever had. We always go in the alley and come in to the back of the house, so it wasn't until later when Butch brought the truck around to the front for unloading that he came in and said there was a surprise out front. Some sweet person put a sign in the yard. I'm going to fingerprint it later. I am a mystery writer after all.
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