Does this look like a butterfly to you? This is how the weekend began. It was planned that we would get away as soon as the kids got home after Jackie learned she had to work Saturday. Then we thought about it and decided it would be a shame for her to not show her daughter off a little in the costume she made.
We planned to have things ready to go, let her mama take her to the mall and over to the neighbors and then take off to the campout where she would wow everybody in the campground. That was the revised plan.
About 3PM my daughter from Springdale called to tell me her daughter was in an accident on her way home from college. My daughter was already on her way down I 540 and was waiting to hear if they were going to Russellville or Ft Smith to the hospital. The afternoon was put on hold and I began making plans to take off as soon as I knew something. About 3:45 she called back to say they were going to the Johnson County Medical Center in Clarksville where the accident occurred. This was either a good sign or a bad sign as it's a smaller local hospital where they could be examined and released or flighted. I decided first to take off for Clarksville and then, since it is close to where we were going, to let Louis take me. We got word about 6 that everything was okay, that she was going home with her parents and that all 5 walked away from a potentially horrendous accident with owies that would heal in time: stitched, taped and bandaged.
We got to the park late and by the time we got a tent up, the girl was ready for bed. We visited with those who wandered into our camp and went to bed very very late or early as you wish to call it.
On Friday, G-pa had gotten a promise from the g-girl that she would cooperate and not give mama any problems. Saturday morning he got a call that she had not come home the night before and proceded to investigate by phone before physically taking off anywhere. It was almost a big problem for a lot of people and we ended up with a quiet but cooperative girl coming in with her mama on Saturday night. It's hard to think you are in charge of your own life when you aren't and then involve other people's livelyhood in your declaration of independence. Seems several people are saying "Don't mess with the g-pa." But an understanding has been gained.
I ragged out the wandering movie makers during the whole process and hope I never have to see it on video. I did apologize -repeatedly- later. It may have cost me the breakfast award. Naah. I don't do the biggie breakfast until Sunday morning. People come by my spot and clean up the leftovers which I make sure are ample for those packing up to head out right after our campground worship and teaching time. I've done that for several years.
So we saw great scenery, visited with friends around a fire, shared food and hot drinks and had a generally good time. Sunday after packing up we took a short and then a long hike and then stopped for a picnic supper and a sunset. It was a good weekend that ended well.
