Enter...by Sherry Swanson on 06/18/11
Have to keep pinching myself because I can't believe I am having so much fun at Pheasant Acres RV Park. What's a little, well . . . what's a lot of rain at a campground in June? Thinking the raindrops are the catalyst for bringing interesting new campers to our campground. They come in all sizes, nationalities and with tiny tents to large rigs. The campers, not the raindrops.
The first of June saw my four blonde 'grandkitlets' visiting for 8 grand and glorious days. (Gramps said more like 'grumbling and all get-out noise' days). Letting them leave the hectic city life to come relax at "Granny S's Summer Camp" was a hit. (Gramps thought it was more of a miss but no one listens to him anyway.) Joined by another Granny camper, Sue, who brought her three grandkids to spend some outdoor time, and all I can say is . . . these grounds and woods resounded with the happiness and laughter of 8 exhuberant kids. (Gramps said it was to blanking noisey!)
While traveling around the U.S for six week in a rental RV, we had a German couple stay with us for a night. It was a evening of sharing while in their company. Trying to visit as much of the U.S. as possible, they were on their way to Chicago enroute back to New York and then back home to Manheim, Germany. Another gent on a 3 year tour had a unique way of transporting his smart car...in the back of his toy-hauler. He stopped for a week for his son's graduation from Rolla S & T University.
Varo-o-o-o-o-m. Riding like the wind, a group of four gents on a 3,000 mile week-long road trip from Wisconsin and back, stopped in for a night's stay as they were heading back north. Bikes, beautiful bikes (drooling) . . . each on a very nice bike. Mother Nature provided them with a quick rain shower during the night, but as the sun broke out the next morning, they were on their way . . . gracious enough to let me take their picture.
And I can't forget to mention Rhett, Nick and Cam, three lively brothers who were here for a week with their dad. My grandson, Zane, managed to twist my arm and come back to stay for another week. These four guys created quite a little tribe as they played ball, fished, caught a gazillion lizards, drove the golf cart, played flashlight tag in the woods, slept in the tent, squirted the water guns, and yes, payed some 'hot and heavy' Mario Cart on the Wii.
It seems 'tattoo-ing' Gramps one hot afternoon was a big hit with the youngsters. I think they tied Gramps to the wicker chair and then attacked him with the stampers. Can't deny kidlets having fun.