When I came back from the cabin yesterday morning, Cliff had some surprise plans for my birthday: Load up the motorcycle with tent, air mattress, and a lunch for on the road, and head up to Pershing State Park. Once camped, he said, we'd hunt up a steak dinner twenty miles away in Chillicothe, the original home of sliced bread.
We no more than got our tent set up until Cliff's sister called his cell: She and hubby were out cruising on their Harley, and they decided to join us for supper. They arrived less than an hour after calling.
Anyone who has ever camped in Missouri State parks knows that raccoons will raid coolers and tents looking for food. So we kept all food in Cliff's motorcycle, in the upper storage compartment. Wouldn't you know the blasted varmints went climbing all over our Honda? Footprints were EVERYWHERE.
We took my daughter's propane camp stove along, so we had good coffee this morning, and were able to heat water for instant oatmeal.
And we were home by 10 AM today.
Cliff would much rather have been home, so he made the supreme sacrifice by taking me on a motorcycle ride/camping trip. Thanks for the happy birthday, Cliff!
There are three more pictures I took this morning as we left the park on my Blogger site, and I will also have a Wordless Wednesday entry there from our travels. when the time comes.
(Luckiest day ever or not, the lottery thing didn't pay off. LOL.)