October Adventures Continued

Following Saturday's activities, Sunday was a day of rest.

Monday noon we had the RV loaded; we were soon on the road.

This field of sunflowers about four miles north of Mier on State Road 13.

 Joined with our friends again at Salamonie Park for the last camp out of the season.  Wonderful Fall weather, even better: fellowship with like-minded and good hearted people.(This does not mean we all agree on everything, but we like each other anyway.)

 In the park is the Huntington County Master Gardeners plot.  We strolled through as the insects flitted around, then we hit the road.

 Arrived home in time to pick up the mail (mostly junk) and to note the facelift on the old interurban station.

All adventures end, and yet being home is an adventure in itself.

Salamonie September

 On the lake on a fantabulous September day.

 From the boat we spotted this eagles' aerie way up in a tall tree.

 What's wrong with this picture?  Hint: do you see any people?  What's wrong is that most of the group piled into autos and went to some shopping venue.  Not me.  Well, to their credit, they were not gone long and for the most part they bought next to nothing.

 Around the campfire.

By the light of the slivery moon.  And the setting sun.

There's a badge one seldom sees these days.  The camp host had a '55 Ford.  Nice looking old vehicle.

The five days were perfect in every way.  The weather was sunny and warm in the daytime, cool and dry at night.  The compadres were congenial and, to coin a phrase, a good time was had by all.

Wild!

An unexpected benefit of the camping experience eventuated thusly.  Behind the RV, to Kent's left, is the woods.  The wild grapes were climbing the oak tree and the ash tree behind our vehicle.  Kent and his mother picked grapes, lots of grapes.

Following our trip home and a day to rest up, BBBH turned the grapes into jelly.  

And there is a gallon of wild grape jelly!  (Counting the bowl on the table from which we are eating.)

With no disrespect to Welch's™ their product does not come close to the lip-smacking flavor of this jelly.  Take it from a guy whose last choice in the jelly aisle is grape.  This stuff is flavoricious!

Annual Party at Salamonie

 Just returned from our annual excursion to Salamonie Reservoir.

 Visited the gardens again.

The dahlia is real.  So is the bee.

A good time was had by most.  Unfortunately, for Harvey and Rachel, not so much.  Following a very large investment in repairs, the unit broke down again.

Did I mention that the second day we were there was the hottest day of 2013 to date?  That didn't hold, though, because the third day was the hottest day of 2013 to date.  Well, it was dry and pleasant enough, given the breeze which prevailed a good bit of the time.  Simply sitting in my chair listening to the soughing of the wind in the treetops was pleasure enough!