UCMC--the church we are attending, went camping this weekend. The weather could not have been more perfect. It was cool enough that you could enjoy sitting around the fire, but warm enough that a light jacket could keep you warm in the evening and early morning.
We stayed in a cute little cabin--basic but clean. Wonder of wonders--the showers were relatively clean and private.
Backs rubs and foot rubs by Ada, paddle boating, fishing, canoeing, wading in the creek, and just a lot of shooting the breeze took place. A talent show provided us with fun evening entertainment. A "gorilla" suddenly appeared--much to the terror of some of the children. Even when the head piece was removed, and they saw Paul's smiling face, it didn't calm them down much. They begged him not to put it on again. "Henrietta"--a very tall midwife showed up, with her medical bag under her arm, inquiring if Cindy was around. Cindy was there--that day was her due date. In "her" real life he goes by Henry--(also Cindy's father).
We came home by way of a folk art festival. It was fun to see folk artisans at work--carvers, weavers, spinners, etc.
The mess of getting ready to go and coming home and unpacking is always the least favorite part of the whole experience, but it too must be done. I spent most of the morning putting things away and doing laundry. It was, however, well worth the effort.
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