Oh, there was nothing special. But someone just posted a quote from writer Isaac Asimov that basically happiness consists of not wishing you were doing something else. So after a breakfast of smashed potatoes and sausage gravy, eggs, and ham, everyone pursued their own interests. Mushroom hunting for some; naps or errands for others; we walked around the lake and checked out the six old bridges Johnson County had moved into the park from country roads.
In the afternoon, I did some writing and later, a visit from friends drew all the campers back into the circle. Preparations began for supper: everyone had their own meat to grill and dishes to share. Fresh morels for appetizers, and in addition to steak, turkey tenderloins, and pork chops, we had potatoes, asparagus, Caesar salad, a bean salad, bread, fruit and veggie trays. Yum. I'm pretty sure no one wished they were somewhere else.
Later, angel food cake with strawberries and ice cream, and inspiring conversation around the fire. A good day.
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.