They are so good for me! This past weekend they reminded me...even inspired me...to drink deeply of that fountain of youth that Ponce De Leon never found. Unfortunately he was searching in Florida when he should have bee searching the headwaters of the great Kinzua Reservoir...where the wind blows cold, rivers are pregnant, hot drinks boil over the fire, and enough rain falls daily to take anyone back to their days of youthful tenacity!
Aye...we spent the weekend camping in this business. The weather was cold, but we warmed ourselves with hot drinks, blazing fires, and amazing fellowship. "Sticks and stones can break our bones, but rain can't keep us from loving each other, making memories, and having a GREAT weekend!"
The most popular spot on the campground after early morning sleeping bag extraction was certainly the hand dryer...there is nothing so devastating as entering the bathroom only to find some other "bean head" has already claimed the coveted residence.
