Leaving camp

So Thursday afternoon, about an hour before skit night the sun came out and dried up most of the rain but it was about time for dinner, so there was no time for any of the kids to go swimming. I won't say camp was a bust because Bro Robby always has plenty of activities for everyone, but during free time it was a little hard for kids who can't entertain themselves to find something to do. There is a craft room, and a game room with lots of games and usually swimming. But swimming was off the table most of the week. Oh well.
Bro Robby's message on Thursday night was very challenging to me. Since we are retired it's easy to think that God is done using us, but his message was about being yielded to God and available to Him to used in any way that He decides. I can't wait to see what that is.

So Friday morning we got up and started to prepare the camper for the road. It's quite a production, though it only takes us about an hour or less from start to finish, usually. I was done with the inside and taking my purse and computer to the truck, but as I stepped onto the stairs to go out something weird happened. I don't even know how, but I fell off the top step and landed face down in the dirt. I must have slipped since it was still pretty damp outside and as I lost my balance I slammed into the side of the camper bending the handrail back against the side.

I don't think I lost consciousness, but I remember thinking " I don't think I even have a clean shirt". The one I was wearing is my yellow one. My right leg was still kind of tangled on the step and everything hurt.
As I got to my feet I was pretty surprised to see that I hadn't broken anything, nothing was bleeding and apart from being very sore for a few days, I only developed a few bruises. My shirt wasn't even dirty. I did have a nasty scrape on my right elbow, though, and it hurts like the dickens.

After breakfast we headed out, not really knowing where we would end up. We drove north and landed in Denison, TX at the Eisenhower State Park. It is gorgeous there I would have loved to spend a week here, but we only stayed two nights.

We did go into Denison to see the birthplace of our 34th president Dwight D. Eisenhower. It was nicer than I had expected. Kind of funny, since this trip began with a trip to the Eisenhower boyhood home, library, and museum in Abilene, KS.

We wanted to have a fire on Saturday night and cook hot dogs and s'mores, but there was quite a storm, so no fire, no hot dogs, no s'mores. We didn't even drive around the park or lake Texoma, I was too sore to want to move much.
Sunday morning was beautiful and we decided to head out to Arkansas and see what we would find at the Mission RV park in Russellville, AR.
more to come...............

Donna