Up at 6:30 to get ready for a trip to a lake area about an hour away. Started the day right by dumping a new bottle of hair spray all over the upstairs bathroom counter top. Sticky mess to clean up.
We were on the road around 9:30 a.m., and after an uneventful trip, we arrived at the campground around 10:30. We had reserved our campsite a couple of weeks ago. To make reservations, we had to contact a national registry somewhere in New York state. The fellow Hubbie talked to seemed new to his job, and it was a struggle to guide him to the campground we were interested in. Finally, a site was assigned to us. But since the guy who assigned it couldn't visualize it, he didn't know how inadequate the space was.
Hubbie managed to back the camper into the site, but then he couldn't pull the truck out in front of it, because there was a boulder and a tree directly across from the site that forced the truck and camper to remain in a jackknife position.
So he pulled the camper out and parked alongside the road, while we took the van to the registration office to try and get a better site. Luckily, we were assigned to a newer section of the campground. If it had been any other year but this extremely dry hot one, there might not have been any sites available this close to July 4.
Back at the camper, another rig had pulled up behind ours, and a guy was apparently complaining by cell phone to the registration office about our blocking his way. Hubbie hurried to apologize and get our rig out of the way.
I guess the guy was angry enough that he wasn't willing to forget our transgression, so while I waited in the van, he took his sweet time getting his rig into his campsite. He was alone, so he'd back up a little, slowly stroll back to the site to check things out, then slowly stroll back to his truck. He did this several times, to make sure I was sufficiently punished.
I wasn't sure where the new section of the campground was, so of course, I went the wrong way first, winding my way through another section, and ending up back at the registration area. I swung back around and then spotted the correct section.
By the time I found our site, Hubbie had already set up the camper. He didn't need my help backing into the site, since it was very spacious, with no obstructions. There was even an extra pad for parking the van.
It was good that we weren't able to back into the original space, because we later learned it had electricity only...no water hookup...even though the reservation guy assured us that it did.
As soon as we set up, we contacted Son and Daughter-in-Law to tell them that the lady at the registration office said they could switch their reserved campsite from one in the section where we were originally assigned to one in our newly assigned section.
Son and family arrived around 3 p.m. Besides Son and Daughter-in-Law, there was Grandson and his friend, Granddaughter-in-Law, and three great-grandchildren. As soon as they were set up, we went to their campsite to see the new camper. It's very nice, and I know they will enjoy it for many years.
The steps to the camper are too high for Mother to navigate, though, so we sat outside and visited for a while, until Mother, who never does so, actually sweated. We took her right back to the camper and gave her a glass of ice water to help her cool down.
Since it was such an extremely hot day (around 106 degrees...so hot that the air conditioners in the campers barely lowered the temp) Son and family were ready to go for a swim. We napped while they were gone, then had a supper of cold sandwiches for supper.
Later, we all enjoyed watermelon and cataloupe that we'd brought along, while Grandson and his friend, and Son, described how they had jumped off the bluffs into the lake. Apparently, this is a popular place, about two stories above a very deep part of the lake, according to Son.
We visited until around 8 p.m., and then Hubbie and I went to the lake for a swim. We thought that Son and family planned to join us, but they didn't. We learned later that the kids fell asleep before they could get swimsuits on them.
At the swimming area, folks have to park above and walk down three flights of steps to the beach, then wade sand to the lake. The water was quite cool when we got in, but was wonderfully pleasant as soon as we were used to it. Hubbie seemed more sensitive to than I was. Of course, I'm used to the cool water in the swimming pool.
We swam until around 9 p.m., and then hiked the three flights of steps back up to the parking lot. This was when Hubbie discovered that he'd forgotten to take the van electronic key out of his pocket before going into the lake. So naturally it didn't work.
He tried and tried to get the emergency key out of it, but was having no luck. He stried again to use it electronically. This time, the lights on the car beside us came on. Whoa! Did our key do that?
Well, no, the guy who owned the car had used his key. But since his headlights were on, Hubbie was able to see how to get the emergency key out. He was now able to unlock the van door. Fortunatly, the electronic key still started the van, too.
Back at camp, we played a couple of games of Skipbo, with Hubbie and I each winning one. After that, we were ready for bed.
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