The Big Day

I turned in Saturday night hoping for a better night. The previous one had been interrupted by a dog in a nearby subdivision who barked the livelong night. Just as I nestled in, there was the jarring howl of a coyote. He sounded very near, perhaps in the meadow at the edge of the campground. Immediately every dog in the park started barking....and there are a LOT of dogs. Several people have two. Thankfully they quieted and I slept. Gene says there was more barking later, but not in my world.
It was after daylight when I awoke, another rarity. And, oops, there propped on my computer was a wonderful anniversary card. Oops, because in my zeal of planning this spur of the moment trip, I had neglected to get him one. He forgives though, if I will serve him coffee. He's easy.
We drove to Warm Springs and arrived at Bullock House before it opened at 11, hoping to beat the crowd. Talked with a nice couple from LaGrange while we waited. We could have gotten there at 11:30 and still gotten in ok, but at that time there was a short wait. The other couple had come after 12 last year and waited an hour and a half. We think we would have done that. It is good country cooking, but so are a lot of places. We had a good meal, visited a fish hatchery and the FDR State Park before returning to the "nest". With a delightful breeze blowing, we vegged in the shade of our awning. There is a peaceful ambiance here as people walk, ride bikes and play games. The previous evening we even saw folks playing Wii and projecting videos onto the side of their camper.