So I am back home and doing laundry, trying to decide what wardrobe switches I will need for my upcoming trip on Tuesday to California. Hopefully, I won't need my parka.
It was time for our annual season planning session and we were once again at Camp Quaker Heights near Eldora, Iowa. The camp boasts a lovely but simple and practical lodge with dining room, kitchen, and ten bedrooms with baths and they rent it out even to strange groups like ours. There is a TV lounge in the basement with about fifteen recliners but we haven't taken advantage of that because we can't stop talking long enough to move. The purpose of this world shaking event is to plan our camp outs for the season. We aim for at least one a month and in each quadrant of Iowa. We also try to hit as many state parks as we can that we haven't visited before. This year we have Marble Beach in northwest Iowa, Pammel Park in southwest Iowa, Lake Wapello and Red Haw in the southeast quadrant, and Pulpit Rock (not a state park) in the northeast. We will also be venturing to Clinton Lake in Illinois. This is a unique group that has no dues, officers, or rules. Events occur when someone (or several someones) just takes it upon themselves to organize one. Of course we enjoyed great food and conversation, beautiful sunsets, walks, and visits from the local deer. Activities at events may be planned or spontaneous. This time, Jackie, one of our crafting experts, brought pictures to bead for anyone who wanted to fork over five bucks and participate. I haven't started mine yet because it looked pretty addictive. And I may need a magnifying glass. We thought perhaps we had a mystery on our hands: The Open Door on Cabin Four. We could see from the lodge that one of the cabin doors was standing open on Friday evening and still open on Saturday. So when we went for our walk Saturday afternoon, first Sandy and Shelly warned intruders we were coming by ringing the large bell, and then we investigated. Fortunately, there were no dead bodies or live raccoons or bears in the cabin so we shut the door firmly and it was still closed on Sunday. So I am back home and doing laundry, trying to decide what wardrobe switches I will need for my upcoming trip on Tuesday to California. Hopefully, I won't need my parka.
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