Glenn and I survived another weekend of camping at Campbuckwood, in Indiana.
THURSDAY – I took a half day vacation from work and we left shortly after noon. After a brief stop at Meijer and a late lunch at e arrived at 4:45 pm, just before their cut off time. (The owners don’t allow people to check into the campground while the people in the lodge are eating.) We set up camp. Glenn encouraged me to weather proof the brand new tent which ended up being a very good idea. Tired, I went to bed pretty early.
FRIDAY – In the middle of the night, it started raining. It was cold and I couldn’t get the sleeping bag to properly close. I couldn’t find my winter’s cap. I did my best to bundle up, but still was frozen. I was one of the first to wake up to the grey clouds and rain outside. I sat under the porch of my new tent and read some magazines, enjoying the quiet.
The rest of the day slipped by. We met some people, cooked, and just hung out with other campers. I ventured into the pool, alone as it was frightfully cold.
SATURDAY – I awoke to a much sunnier, warmer day! Glenn and I decided to go into town to get more ice and we had some lunch at “El Rodeo,” a Mexican restaurant. It was deliciously fattening. To add to the calories, the smallest draft beer they had was 36 ounces.
Saturday was the big loud party night; there was utmost fun. Drinks flowed very generously and often.
SUNDAY – Some people left on Sunday and the camp became quieter. Again, it was a nice day. We ate breakfast at a biker/church diner not too far from the campground. Early in the day, I lathered up with SPF 15 and put on my Australian bush hat. This day was spent in the pool, as the heating had finally kicked in. I managed to not burn. I prepared my favorite meal of the trip that night. Stir fried veggies with chicken sausage and taco seasoning served over couscous.
Later, the owners threw a barn party with karaoke. There was much frivolity, gaïté and loud drunken singing. Glenn and I wandered around to different campsites until after 3:00. We were told the next morning that we were talking way to loudly. Glenn. Not me.
MONDAY – I woke up to the sound of people loading things into their cars. Even at 9:00 am, I spotted several clear spaces where tents had vanished over the night. It was quieter. Glenn and I had brought a lot of stuff and I dreaded folding everything up and cramming everything back into his Honda Element. Without even so much as going into the pool, we said our goodbyes, and left after noon.
We arrived at 4:00 pm back in Cincinnati. I had just missed Jason as he went to work. It was so strange being back home. You have a different perspective on your life after you get out of your element for a bit.