This is the second year that our friends, Jeff, Melissa, Abby, and Cam join us.
We were a little north of Greenville, beautiful country!
My Dad has lived up here since I was in junior high. When I was young and crazy I was almost forced to move here, they thought it would simmer me down. They did drop me off for a week once and nobody came back to get me for 2 weeks that was back when they only had an outhouse and NO shower. (it was a camp transformed into a home). I use to have to go up to the campground to take a shower, not ideal for a teenage girl. That trip straightened me out for a couple weeks.
Callie, the ferocious! For the most part she had to stay on a leash so it took her a bit to adjust, she is use to having free reign.
On Friday night we were raided by raccoons despite our preparation to avoid unexpected animal visitors. John heard it getting in the cooler, he unzipped the tent and you know it, Callie was right on it’s tail and treed it after going round and round. It had one of our chickens (the one John just slaughtered) in it’s mouth. Both Callie and the coon were very verbal and I’m sure the whole campground woke up. Melissa and family were a few sites down and she knew right away that it was Callie. The raccoons raided some sausage and a dozen eggs from them.
We laughed so hard at the chaos of the night, can’t you just picture them going site to site having a good ole’ time.
A couple hours later Callie was whining to go out, we thought to pee…no it was a fox this time. It was about 5 am and now it was the fox’s repeated barks that awakoned our fellow campers.