Grape Festival, Day 1

Thursday, July 26:

Up at 6:30, and ready to hit the road around 9 a.m. We used both vehicles for this trip, because it's so difficult for Mother to get into the truck. It was an uneventful trip to our first stop, to pick up Daughter in the town where she lives.

Daughter's friend brought her to the parking lot where we met her, and after we loaded her bicycle and personal items, we invited the two of them to join us for a sandwich lunch, since it was now after 11 a.m.

Her friend, a man she works with, is totally deaf, but daughter has learned a lot of American Sign Language, so she easily communicates with him.

Around 11:30, we were back on the road for the two-hour trip to the campground in a town near the town where a grape festival would take place on Friday and Saturday.

We arrived around 2 p.m., set up, and encouraged Mother to lie on the couch for a nap, while Hubbie, Daughter, and I toured the area. We visited a couple of wineries for tastings, and a bank that features a wall to wall sandstone art depicting the history of the area.

Back at camp, I prepared a supper of microwaveable baked potatoes, topped with barbecued pork and sauce, chopped vidalia onions, and sour cream, with a side of coleslaw and sliced tomatoes from our garden.

It was a brutally hot day, so we welcomed a thunderstorm that cropped up in the late afternoon and continued through the night.

After supper, we played three games of Skipbo, which I won.