|See the red-headed poker player at the bottom? Yep, that's my Bro.|
The sunset Friday night after the rain was just glorious. I'll let the photos speak for themselves:
While they were off on their rail adventure, RDB and I drove down to the Caddo Mounds State Historical Site. We've driven past the mounds nearly every trip up to Rusk, but had not taken the time to go walk the site. The museum is currently under construction and will reopen partially in October ("When the politicians are available.") and will be fully completed in December. Rachel, the education coordinator, was extremely knowledgeable and gracious enough to lend us the keys to the golf cart ("It is August, after all!") so that we could ride around, rather than walk the mile trail between the mounds. I really do look forward to going back once the new museum is open and spending a bit more time there learning about this ancient culture.
Once we all made it in from our respective 'rides,' we debated a bit about dinner. Tradition has it on SETPUCC trips, that there's a potluck on Saturday night. With just 3 families attending this weekend a potluck seemed a bit over the top. So, on M&D's recommendation (aka, TripAdvisor research) we jumped in the truck and went back out to Palestine for dinner at Little Mexico. (J/D stayed in... which in hind-sight, was the better choice!) The place was packed, but the service was severely lacking. And the food? Ehn. I think we'd have done better going back to Giovanni's (again!) which happened to be literally right next door! (I think I've figured out why I keep coming home with extra food....)
Saturday night we planned to go for an Owl Prowl after we got back in from dinner. RDB and I got back to the camper, unlocked the door, grabbed our trash and as I took it to the dumpster, he closed our gray tank. I got distracted chasing a frog as he made it back around to the front door.
"Look what I caught!" I said, motioning to the frog.
"Look what I can't open." RDB said, tugging on the camper door.
(Somehow, magically, our door had re-locked itself and we were stuck outside.)
I said: "No problem! I have a spare key in the truck - I just need the truck keys, but they're..."
"Maybe we could use a screwdriver to pry it open? I have a tool set, but it's..."
"We could.... call AAA? I've got a membership! I just need my phone, and it's..."
About that time, D and D showed up and joined us in pondering how we managed to get ourselves locked out of our camper (it felt like the old "Who's on First" routine all over again.) Thankfully, M had a tool set back in his pop-up and after trying a multitude of non-violent attempts to pick the lock, RDB decided "force" was the only means necessary, and skillfully broke the lock. I say skillfully, because he only broke what was necessary to get the handle to open - the door still latched, and the deadbolt still locked... but it will eventually need to be replaced. You know, I had a locksmith back in Raleigh tell me a story once about Gremlins....
Speaking of Gremlins, we did some Geocaching on Sunday (Gremlin, Garmin. Get it?) We found four, but didn't do much searching beyond that. When your Hubby says, "I'm getting itchy just looking at that one," you know you've gone about far enough.
|Found our tiniest Geocache ever, and our first TravelBug. I'd say four was plenty!|
The rest of the day was spent enjoying the campsite (and watching Despicable Me 2 when it started raining again). I cooked coconut crusted chicken for lunch, and though it was good, I'll never do it again - frying stuff, even lightly, in the camper leaves a fried-fast-food-restaurant smell that even Febreeze had a hard time getting out. After lunch, once the rain cleared, we took another walk around the lake.
Life is sweet to us right now. We really enjoy our camping, our friends, our life together. It's hard to imagine that only a year ago next week, RDB proposed. It may be his birthday today, but I feel like I'm the one waking up each morning to a gift.
For more camping photos, go here.