Cornerstone memories

It's good to be back home. I can only take so long sleeping on a thin mattress in our camper, with the canvas windows inches away from neighbors and people walking by, noisily celebrating Independence Day (Canadian or American), the joys of Cornerstone, mud, sun, or just life in general.

On the way down to Cornerstone we camped at a lovely Iowa State park--George Wyth I believe is the name of it. We just had electric hook up, but there were nice bathroom facilities, and plenty of trees and a lovely bike/foot path. I saw two deer, a buck and a doe, on my bike ride there. It was a peaceful setting and a nice transition from home to Cornerstone.

Our site at C-stone was nice, too--although we had hoped to have some natural shade, it was good to have water and electric hook-up, and to be fairly level. Our neighbors had a leaky hose hook up, so our entry way by the road, at least, was soaked. We didn't realize it at first, but their leak, accompanied by a few downpours, made a small lake at the end of the road where others were camping. We didn't complain, but if we had realized it earlier, we may have at least offered our dry wall bucket to catch some of the drips. They ended up leaving early on the last day of the festival, so everyone else had a chance to dry out (a rainless day helped too).

Mostly we were happy that my brother Roger came, and his two boys, 12 and 7, accompanied by their oldest son's friend, also age 12. We were also ecstatic that Christina's friend Robin, from past years, found us at our campsite and the two of them hung out for a good part of the festival. After body surfing at the MxPx concert, (I was not there) Christina was in heaven. She was so close to the band that she felt they were singing right to her.

So much more to report--but I better save it for another blog. Oh, an interesting thing to report at home--we saw a fox run through our yard last night. Maybe we do live in a rural area after all......

Till next time,

Suzi