A lazy day at the park

  Over night the wind howled over head accompanied by my passing thought that a tree might come crashing down on me.  The skies opened shortly afterwards.  Rain always making for a cozy situation in my tent but challenging to get in and out of without bringing in the water. It is an acquired skill.  Come morning, I hauled myself out of my shelter just enough to clean up and eat a few road rations for breakfast.  Having a day of rest and no central building to hang out in, I settled in again for a few more hours of rack time as I waited for the rain to stop.  Mid morning I rallied and bicycled over to  Fayetteville to have a proper meal at a village cafe. Betsy’s ETA was 12:30 so rather race back to the camp, I had her meet me in Fayetteville.  With bicycle and gear packed in her Prius, she arrived.  We were both so happy to see each other....”love actually”. We luncheoned and headed back to my site at the park; Betsy in her car and me on my bike. With big pickups and RVs surrounding us we stuck out with her Prius, my bicycle and one man tent.  After setting up  her six man tent, our increased structural mass provided our site with  a bit more legitimacy in the eyes of our neighbors. Sitting back in our collapsible chairs, we laid tomorrow’s route and strategy.  After an evening libation, Betsy and I drove to Chittenango and dined Mexican.  The wide sidewalks up and down the main Street  had a yellow brick pathway in the middle in keeping with the Wizard of Oz.  The author, L. Frank Baum, was born and raised in Chittenango.