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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.



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Miniscule red lichen on gravel road.     (C) Sherry Swanson 2011
Teeny tiny toadstools        (C) Sherry Swanson 2011
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So beautiful and delicate, the Southern Catalpa blossom.    (C) Sherry Swanson 2011
What?  Snail scat.     
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Reindeer moss with some Pixie Cups in the mix.   (C) Sherry Swanson 2011
Christmas snow...and those deer just won't move away from the house!    (C) Sherry Swanson 2011
Christmas Eve 2010 gave us a peaceful snowy day for trout fishing.     (C) Sherry Swanson 2011
Winter camping during a snowstorm.     (C) Sherry Swanson 2011
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Opening Day sunrise at Maramec Spring Park.    Copyright Sherry Swanson 2011
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In the early morning, Don waiting for Opening Day whistle to blow.
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Misty silence on the river.     (C) Sherry Swanson 2011
Fishermen and Ladies...cast your rods!     
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Just before the Opening Day whistle blows by the bridge at Maramec Spring Park.
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Jack Frost visited.      (C) Sherry Swanson 2011
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Go 5.5 miles EAST on Highway 8 to park entrance on left
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Sherry Swanson
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Early April violet in oak undercover
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Delicate Dutchman Breeches in April
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Rock still life at Meremec River Access.
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Missouri Conservation agent shocking fish for collection/identification
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Feeder streamlet to Meramec River
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Another feeder stream
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Caterpillar form of the Giant Leopard Moth. 

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Columbine growing from a rock ledge.  
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Can you see how it got the name Dog-tooth Violet?  

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Hummingbird nest made of spider webs and lichen.  

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Mr. Jack-in-the-Pulpit.  

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Water from the spillway.  

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Cicada nymph hatching from it's 13 year slumber.
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Cicada nymph using the Hosta leaf to emerge.
Nymph has completely hatched and is waiting to mature.
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Cicada 'maternity ward' on the Hosta leaves.
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Cicada almost ready to fly.
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Our little fisher girl, Piper, snoozing by the campfire.
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A new spin on S'Mores

Place a broken up chocolate bar or pour chocolate syrup into an aluminum foil cup that you can create yourself, and set the cup near your fire to melt the chocolate.

Crush graham crackers and place them on a plate or fill up a plastic bag.

Toast your marshmallows as you usually would.

Dip the toasted marshmallow in the melted chocolate or chocolate syrup and then roll it in the crushed graham crackers.

This recipe is sure to be a hit with the kids, and it will only take about five minutes to prepare.
Gramps attacked by tattoo stamping kidlets.
Wisconsin cyclists on a week long 3,000 mile trip through midwest tented with us for the night.
We've tried every human way to remove the shifty little dirt-pushing mole.  Don had reached his limit and went on the attack.
Visiting while his son graduated from Rolla S & T, this camper 'hauled' his 'toy' in his toy hauler.
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Piper and Beck 'patroling' the campground.
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