WFRV

I don't believe in Santa Claus anymore. Indiana, that is. Since we only
have a short drive today our plan is to sleep in, have a leisurely
breakfast, play mini-golf (yes, we're addicted) and leave after lunch. We
stroll over to the camp store around eleven to rent some clubs and guess
what? The whole bleeping campground is closed; we're there "off-season".
It's mid-August! How is this off-season?? Cape-freaking-Cod isn't
off-season until October! Forget it, Santa Claus, we're leaving!

We get as far as the end of the campground driveway when we hear "I'm
hungry" from the back of the RV. So we cross the street to get some lunch,
but in a very huffy way. Then we're on the road again, and now we're in a
hurry because we'd forgotten about the time change and we're hoping to rent
a car tonight at a place that closes at 6pm. We drive through Indiana,
Kentucky and Ohio to get to the second campground in Indiana. Turns out
there aren't many bridges over the Ohio River and our tri-state trip is the
fastest way to get where we're going. I feel like we're back in
civilization; there are people, buildings, and cars everywhere. We make it
to the car rental agency at 5:55, just in time, and Mike drives the rental
while Ben navigates me and the RV to the campground. Naturally we drive
right by it; the directions say to take a right on Bellview and it's
actually a left. Mike finds this distinctly more amusing than we do. One
three-point-turn later (try THAT in a 31-foot vehicle!) we're at the
campground. It's nearly deserted because school here started two weeks ago
but the pool is still open and it's gorgeous. There's also a putt-putt
(mini-golf), basketball hoops, another fishing lake, and a gorgeous view of
the Ohio River. Rising Sun was named because of the incredible sunrise
(which you can bet we won't be seeing) over the mountains. We're back on
Eastern time now and we stay up ridiculously late watching movies. I'm
beginning to wonder how the kids will ever adjust to a school-night bedtime.

T-shirts seen in Santa Claus, IN:

Been to Kansas. Didn't see Dorothy or Toto.

I May Be a Cold Heartless Bitch But At Least I'm Good At It. (After a
glance at this woman I didn't doubt the t-shirt.)

"The Perils of Nude Fly Fishing" above an anatomically correct drawing of a
man waist deep in water about to catch himself in the worst possible place.
This t-shirt was sported by a man treating his little girl to lunch. How
sweet.

# posted by LDW @ 11:07 AM