Bluebird Trails Bed and Breakfast
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... the forecast is for clouds to move in this evening. The campground is more deserted than yesterday. I might have to walk and see if there is anyone left in camp but me and the volunteers once I hear the race is underway.
I must confess that our "neighbours" across the road were much more subdued than the night before-- maybe because they had no visitor or maybe fatigue and ...
... figured the carnival affect would grow in intensity each day with the cumulative effect of alcohol and excitement of the races. Still I figured it was all part of the experience. Well, little did I know-- across the way from us and over one site a "Private coach not for hire" (sign on the passenger door said so) arrived with two couples and three boys. As I imagined, people watching has been great; I, rightly ...
... 12. The camping inside the track was not full yet but the other one outside but close to the track was looking pretty full.
We walked the highway back as I wanted to take a few pictures. We did have a couple showers but none since about noon. The units have continued to roll in all day and it is definitely filling up in ...
... Speedway). We should be on the road again Monday, June 16 unless there is a rain delay of the race. A couple times today the rain just came down in buckets but when we set up in BF9 of the Graves Farm campground it was temporarily dry. Each site is 25 ft. by 50 ft. and Denis chose to have one with power. Potable water and a dump station are in this campground and there is a washroom facility with toilets and showers (12).
... happened. Hiker and I never mention the scene the night before. A couple hours later, a car pulls into the driveway.
“Mom is here in the big DeSoto, “ I announce as I look out the window, “with Thumper, Gennie, Deacon, and Artiste. Where is Dad?” I ask.
“Dad is up north hunting, like he always does this time of year,” Hiker explains. Then Hiker whispers into my ...