October!
Fall break week!
Birthday at the end of the week!
What a happy time-spanning streak!
And DH, Darling Hubby, wanted to go camping. The school was closed for fall break so he was free. Very quickly, quite impromptu, he said, "Let's go to Steam Corner. We can take in the Covered Bridge Festival while we're close." Oh, wow. Okay, I wasn't expecting that. Off we went.
First stop, lunch in Lebanon, at Backroads BBQ. Table tops covered with their logo and cut outs of pink pigs, and signs that said "Got BBQ?" It smelled of sticky sweet, grease, yeast, and light beer.
We shouldn't have been surprised at the quietness of Steam Corner, a campsite and flea market, it was the middle of the week afterall. Besides, they'd had a rain storm the night before so vendors were in recovery mode -- reaching up to reattach their canopies, laying down cardboard for shopper's feet, dumping vintage blue bowls of rainwater, and pulling wheeled riding toys and hand carts back out of the mud.
After settling in, we hooked up the water and electric, and leveled the camper, then took off walking, hand in hand. A red mini-covered bridge with a plastic mallard duck attached to the outside wall brought you from one side of the campground to the other, crossing Prairie Creek.
The busy-busy gal at a kids sale wailed about why she had so much stuff and what the others had done to her that she couldn't give it away, so ...she was selling it. Turns out she'd bought 30 totes of things to give kids for Christmas but other charities and churches interferred so she "couldn't even give it away." It was 10 items for $1. I restrained. No kids here.
By now, we need supper, so we asked the gal at the kids sale where was the best food. She directed us to Crabby Mike's Food Truck.
The guy at the food vendor truck told us ingredient by ingredient how he made his potato salad and his sloppy joes and where he sells, and what his plans are for the winter. Yes! HIs food was good. Tasted almost like my mother's cooking. Upon further investigation, he (the vendor) and she (my mother) were both of German descent. Now, the mental puzzle pieces fit! You know, why did they taste alike, the two weren't related, nor were their last names anything alike and they didn't grow up in the same areas. Voilá, they were of German descent!
Out of there and on the way to the Covered Bridge Festival we were enticed by a very large yellow sign "Antiques and Barn Sale". The tall skinny old dude had 2 barns and a two story house full of antiques, a yard full of wrought iron items like gates, and wind churns, and flower basket holders. His garage sale was of dish sets, and an old Nash green car covered in 10 years of dust. But he wasn't willing to sell anything! He was more interested in eating his soup and talking to his black kitty-kitty. No, he hadn't given her a name. He just called her kitty-kitty. He was also more interested in telling about how he built his house from scratch, including the cobble stone floors.
And about bringing in a triple-sized Fosteria punch bowl from Ohio. Talking, braggin, content, and story-telling was more to his liking.
It was too dark in there for me. All very intriguing, I liked the visit, but the smell of wood mingled with old fabric, the Campbell's Noodle Soup, and dirt and dust, made my olfactory senses feel a need of cleansing. Ah, fresh air.
Speaking of cleansing, a good baptizing, and a come to Jesus meeting, I was surprised at the name of a grave site. Sitting at the intersection at the top of the hill next to a pristine white steepled church it was. Bonebrake Cemetery. What a name!
Back to camp. The next day, after a good night's sleep in the camper, we'd head to Parke County Covered Bridge Festival, all part of a happy birthday week, er, fall break ...
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