Even on the road, we need a laundry day. Growing up, Saturday was chore day: washing clothes, cleaning the house, mowing grass. Errand days on the road include a day fire, much more fun.
After starting my fire, I spent time on the phone catching up with a friend. And then edited yesterday’s blog, then edited it again and again. I’m sure you’ll find mistakes; I appreciate your grace. Editing is my least favorite part of writing. I often pray for God to send me an editor and publisher:-).
Boredom set in, and I needed to do something. As Ron says, “You just can’t help yourself, can you? I thought we were going to relax.” Half of a day, isn’t that enough:-)?
Shopping was a bust, other the picking up Kombucha Tea from Walmart. The outlets in Glenn Falls are impressive. A lot of popular stores are scattered on both sides of Route 9.
We were gone long enough for the fire to die down, but it quickly blazed again with a little love. Capitalizing on the dry skies while we had them, Sophia and Rocco entertained us by the fire.
Sitting around the campground with restless energy, I was thinking of entertainment options. When we were touring, we noticed a bike trail. Feeling the waters, I asked Ron where the trail started. Whipping out his phone, he said, “Maps shows bike trails.”
Ron wasn’t interested in bike riding; he was content sitting by the fire. Because of the threat of rain, he’d already loaded the bikes on the trailer for the next leg of the trip. Hubby didn’t want to do extra work. But when he looked at maps and realized our campground is on the Warren County Bikeway, he had to check it out. Ten miles long, the trail links Glen Falls to Lake George.
“How did we not know this?” were Ron’s words as we turned onto the trail. I don’t know; I’m just glad we discovered the trail before we left.
Laundry isn’t free after all. When I walked the garbage to the dumpster, I noticed the sign hanging on the door. My initial reaction was embarrassment. Thinking back to this morning, the guys never said a word. Without realizing what I was doing, I used the Employee Laundry. The workers must have thought I read the sign and called the office.
Oh well, all’s well that ends well. My day fire is still going—evidence of a good day in the life of the Meanderers:-).