Trip Start Mar 02, 2011
147Trip End Jan 25, 2012
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We did stroll around town for a bit, but Mark really needed a day off his feet if he was going to recover from the hernia surgery. We ended up driving to Edgar Evins Campground on Center Hill Lake. This campground was very "developed." Each campsite was a wooden slip that sort of overlooked the lake. The dense trees blocked most of the view. The campsites were really close together and there wasn't much room to let the dogs run around off lease. This is a necessity -- especially for Samson, who could run a marathon before he got tired out. We took a short trail down to the lake, where Mark and Samson immediately jumped in. I don't think Mark can walk by water without feeling an uncontrollable urge to jump in. The water did look lovely, and I considered getting up early the next morning and going for a swim across the lake. But, that's about as far as I got with that idea. Feeling a bit lethargic these days.
We chatted with some nearby folks in an RV and had a quiet night. Mark is working on an orienteering project, so that's keeping him occupied (and stationary). In the wee hours of the morning, I woke up to very restless dogs. I thought there might be a deer outside the van that had aroused their attention, but couldn't see anything outside. I did notice that one of the the dogs had peed on its bed (a very rare occurrence) and figured they both needed a potty break. At 4 am, who would see them off the leash? I opened the van door and let them out. Both dogs immediately bolted straight toward a nearby camper walking his two small dogs. Everyone was barking, as I tried to call Samson and Quincy back over. Quincy was easy. Samson, not so much. Fortunately, the guy with the tiny dogs was very nice about the situation and understood the dogs were just trying to be friendly. Yeah, and Samson wants to eat one of your pets, but that's okay. It was quite a sight so early in the morning. The guy was shirtless (it was 4 am), with a huge mullet and giant beer belly. He looked about 10 months pregnant.
As the morning passed, he continued his shirtless ways, while his wife headed to the shower house in what appeared to be a t-shirt and no pants. She returned in a different shirt -- still no pants and remained similarly attired. That's attractive. These two were made for each other. Probably time to move along, don'tcha think?