Two people drove into the campsite next to us late last night. We were ready to fall asleep. Then the noise: loud talking, music, and truck revving. Now wide awake again, lying with my head on a pillow, I comment my disgust. It is two hours after curfew.
This morning, I step outside into cool morning air. The wind is blowing a fresh chill; it is nice outside. I check the weather; this comfort will not last. The high for the day will be 100°. I cook oatmeal, then brew coffee, and tuck into a small patch of shade.
Nancy goes shopping, and Moe and I stay hiding in the shade. Nancy brings back cold macaroni salad and a watermelon. Then she comes out of the camper wearing a bathing suit. At the rock overlooking the lake, she impresses a group of college students daring each other to jump. She walks by calling them wimps and jumps off into the water below. One of the group caught this on video. It will be up on her blog soon.
We drive over to another campground loop, and I take a shower. The water never got above cold. It felt good cooling off and getting clean.
The neighbors are banging out mainstream Motown, and a car just went by vibrating the ground with ghetto bass.
Nancy takes Moe on his nightly walk and stops at the site, saying she likes the music. We have extra watermelon and want to bring half over to them. I go over also, and we visit. They are three generations enjoying life.
Tonight’s sunset.
