We have all the amenities in our Ranch-style home plus a
fair sized yard, much of it with wooden fencing, and nice fire pit waiting for
a blaze. Our deck is under spreading trees and two steps inside freshly brewed
tea can be found along with full bins of refreshing ice. But for some strange
reason, DH prefers to load a camper with hand- held food , bottled water, a rick
of wood, and drag it all miles to a state park to line his Grapes of Wrath wagon in an endless
row with others. A cement shower located a quarter mile away that doesn’t know
Lysol personally added to wind blowing lawn chairs and plastic tablecloths are followed
by an evening’s smoky fire to complete
the pleasure.
But being a good wife, I try to play along. I refuse to cook
though. It is sandwiches, instant soup, and cookies for three days, my limit so
far. I packed computer, books, Kindle, paper and meditations. While he fished,
I would create, meditate, and vegetate. Three days later not much of that
happened. DH decided he is old enough to not be first trout line in the water
so he sleeps in a bit. Then he tires out sooner than he used to do. He needs a
nap in the afternoon before going back to the trout stream after supper. When
the park whistle blows, he thinks the alert means snack time!
Due to the aberrant weather, we were late this year.
However, we managed to squeeze in a couple of days between freezing at night
and coming rain-again. The first night was freezing, then it warmed the next
day, with the third day being hot enough to remind us of summer and why we don’t
camp or fish much in blazing sun.
One morning, DH took off from fishing, and we drove over to
Eureka Springs, Arkansas. It is a short and beautiful drive of about 20
minutes. I saw some favorite barns and the hillsides were perfectly green and
inviting. You can see why people settled here, pushing the natives out of their
hills and hollers and away from bubbling natural springs with healing waters.
There were also a few beginnings to summer wildflowers!
The town was fairly quiet as the summer season has not begun in full force. Some
of my favorite stores have ceased to be this winter. The book store, run by one
of the crabbiest women ever met, did not open on time. The Mud Street Café was
not open on Tuesdays! We found a new place with outdoor seating though called
Local Flavor. I think it will be our new favorite.
4 comments:
You paint a fine picture of a "happy camper"! Bless your heart for being such a good wife. (I think I would camp like you do and am kind of thankful my husband never took up fishing!)
I remember the days of camping. I miss the outdoors but prefer the comfort of home at night. Thanks for the trip.
You're a wonderful wife to hit the camping trail with your beloved. I'm not much of a camper. My idea of camping is a night at the Hyatt. LOL You do make it look inviting, though!
Great photos, and what an adventure! There's nothing like the outdoors to get me in the mood to write. Eureka springs is a unique city. The OCW conference in Eureka Springs in October was my first ever back in the mid-90s, and one day I hope to make it back there.
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