Have I got a tale for you!

 March 22, 2021

Cotton Hill COE Park

Fort Gaines, Ga

Most of you probably had a ho-hum, average day without much in the line of tales to tell.  I asked Dad if I could tell a story.....a whopper of a story about how the white hair turned blood red.

Every good story has a heroine and in this story I'M  filling that part. And then of course there is a villain who will be a black bear.  Not a BIG black bear.  Just an average sized black bear with a bit of a temper who has felt invaded by all these Floridians.    Now, for the damsel in distress, I'm going to talk about my friend Izzy.  She's a cute little ball of fur who barely weighs half as much as a pound of coffee and needs a protector like me.  

About now your mind is beginning to formulate a thousand questions.  When did this happen?  Is everyone alright?  Was anyone else involved?

Just keep in mind, this is a WHOPPER of a tale.  In other words, the REAL story has to do with bob and weave....and keeping the bob and weave in the right order so there isn't a crash.  We aren't superstitious, but we are in the middle of the 13th year of dancing amongst the slides that protrude around an RV.  

Have you come to the conclusion that there is a reason why Dad is wearing a hat now?  Actually, if he had has his hat on earlier, I wouldn't have the white hair turned blood red picture to share and he wouldn't have to demonstrate his high tolerance for pain.

So please, I beg of you.  Do NOT ask Dad to take off his hat.  He's embarassed enough that I shared the experience.  Please don't make him relive it.  After all, you all ate hotdogs with him at the weiny roast around the campfire and didn't have a clue what was under his hat.

And speaking of hotdogs cooked over the open fire, I was wondering why I wasn't invited.  I would have enjoyed picking up a few cooking tips from experts such as Steve.

And I'm sure I would have enjoyed a sample of Ragulach, probably even more than these gals.

Then there were marshmallows toasted to perfection over the open flame.  I understand they can be a bit sticky on your fingers.

Now is that a donut or a marshmallow with a donut hole?  How did she do that?  

Did you notice the blue skies?  It was a picture perfect day enjoyed by all.  I got lucky too.  The day ended with some people around the campfire amd some playing games in a couple of rigs.  The Fast Track players in my rig even tossed my ball a bit for me.

It was a great way to finish a super day!!

I'm Chloe