Buster is exactly what his name implies. He is just bursting with life, enthusiasm and the urge to chew anything anyone cares about. Sort of like a cross between a toddler and a shark. He is actually quite affectionate when he is tired!
Now that Buster is getting a little older, we thought we could take him on a camping trip. Here he is in front of our camper.
He is just a little guy. Cute, huh?
Anyway, this was more of an adventure than we expected. Since we only had the weekend to spend, we went to a campground about an hour from home. It has a lovely pool and water park for the kids, piers out on the river, mini-golf, camp store and just about every amenity you could hope for. For the hard core campers out there, yes, I have done "real" camping and had the 42 spider bites to prove it. We now camp with our own hotel suite on wheels and love every minute of it. But I digress.
If you have ever been to this part of the country, you have met the crowd that slips the term "our place on the rivah" into every conversation. Wow! you think, a house on the water! Well that is not exactly what they mean, thought I never knew until this weekend.
This is what we found.
This campground had 600 "weekend" spaces and 400 "seasonal" spaces. The seasonal spaces are campers that are permanently parked with room additions, decks and screen porches. They are about two feet apart and sport all the gift shop decorations they can hold. Each owner has a golf cart. Here is the good part. They spend all of their waking hours on the decks and porches drinking beer and hollering at passers-by. When they tire of that they hop in the golf carts and cruise up and down the paths between the campers drinking beer, smoking cigarettes and hollering at the folks sitting on their porches. Yee-Haw!
We couldn't get the hang of things, so we went for a ride to another campground nearby. They were having a lawn tractor race. I wish I had taken my camera. A bunch of teenage boys tearing up a lovely grass field doing donuts on their lawn tractors. No kidding.
So if you ever run into a good ol' boy or gal and they start in about their "place on the rivah" just smile. Lindy already told you all about it .
We did get some practical information during this. All you need to make a lovely fire pit in your yard is a couple of old car wheels. Honest!
2 comments:
Ha! I thought that was the dirt on that campground. I forgot about the
smoking. Buster's found his job.
You have to show me how to get photos to center of page between writing sections.
Gap, Pa. is my idea of a perfect campground. Zook's Fabrics is just
over the hill-yeay!
Buster sounds very like our younger dog, during the first year that she came to us. She would wade into our garden pond, dog holes, jump all over our beds and chew anything left about, often all in the same breath!
She is 9 now and much more sensible, but still with a sense of mischief.
She comes caravanning with us too.
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