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Friday, April 26, 2019

Season Opener- 2019


Saylorville Lake 70 Degrees Cloudy





The first week back in Iowa is always a very busy one. We
dropped the jacks in Acorn Valley Campground last Friday, our temporary site
while they prepared Volunteer Village for habitation post flood. We have barely
come up for air since.





In the eight days since our return we have seen all three kids. On Saturday morning we went to the zoo for an Easter Event with two of our kids and their families and had two grandsons overnight, Tuesday we met a new great- great (that’s right 2 greats) niece who was born on Monday, then on Wednesday evening attended our grandson Hunter's first Little League Baseball game of the season. I love baseball and especially watching him play.









We started work for the lake on Monday. Earth Day made for a fitting first day to begin the 2019 Season with the Natural Resources Team. We were tasked with mulching young trees that were planted last season throughout the campgrounds and day use areas. It was the first time Champ and I have worked together in over a year. Over the course of the day we spread two pick up dump boxes of mulch. It felt good to do physical work again after a winter of loafing and working on a teller line at the credit union in Florida. As we made our way around the lake, I soaked up the fact that I was once again back in one of my favorite places. Eastern Bluebirds were busy flying back and forth to the nesting boxes, placed around the prairie areas for them, readying their nests. Red Winged Blackbirds serenade us from their perch on the ends of 4-foot-high stalks of still dormant prairie grass. Every now and again I would look up and see a Bald Eagle soaring above or hear a hawk call.  It was a glorious day.  On Tuesday, Champ reported to his supervisor who showed him the scope of his new role as Playground Inspector. He will inspect and file reports on the 21 playgrounds located throughout the campgrounds and day use areas and work with Natural Resources in his spare hours. I spent Tuesday getting all the required testing completed so I can drive the vehicles, mowers, tractors and UTV’s. Wednesday we went to the annual Orientation for all the volunteers here this season.









We got to move back to Volunteer Village this morning. As
everyone moved their RV’s from Acorn Valley and started setting up for the
season in our permanent sites we visited back and forth, helped each other and
got caught up on winter news. The sun was shining high in the blue spring sky
and with temperatures around 70 degrees it was a perfect afternoon to be
outside getting settled into our sites. Buster and Annie know they are home.
They roamed for a bit sniffing and rolling around. Their scratching stump is
still here from last year. As I watched them, I realized they really do know
they are home and could almost see them breathing a sigh of relief as they
settled in to our summer digs in their own feline way. We have some new
denizen’s in the village this season including my cousins, who are making the
full-time RV living plunge and doing their first gig here at Saylorville.





Summer view from the window




After an evening elementary school fun night with our
granddaughter and son, we are back at home, finally catching our breath and
sitting down for more than 5 minutes since arriving last Friday. Just writing
this and recalling all that has happened in the past eight days made me tired!





School Fun Night with Nora




Until Next Time…


Sunday, April 21, 2019

Homecoming 2019


Saylorville Lake Sunny 81 Degrees





It never ceases to amaze me how quickly we shift gears in
this full-time RV lifestyle and how much ease it happens with. This time last
Sunday we were gathered having our last afternoon social hour with Chuck and
Julie and Terry. All of us talking about our summer plans and speculating on
when we might cross paths again.





I sit here now on this Easter Sunday afternoon at the picnic
table in our temporary site at Saylorville looking out over the timbered hillside.
The area underwent a prescribed burn since we were here last. The forest floor
is sprouting new green and flush with small woodland wildflowers. The trees are
just beginning to show signs of buds bursting into tiny brilliant green leaves.
I don’t hear the persistent hum of Interstate traffic and golf carts buzzing
around the park, but rather a Red Belly Woodpecker calling from the timber and
the occasional sound of a Robin or Cardinal.









We set out on our journey home last Tuesday and were thankful to have made the trip with little difficulty. Annie and Buster have already recovered from four straight days of the constant vibration and shaking of their house moving down the road and are relaxing on their tethers at the edge of the timber. The two-week delay in our southern departure paid off in the form of an uninterrupted trek home this year. The past two years we have been delayed and rerouted by passing spring storms as the mid-section of the country moved through the season change from winter to spring. Only to be greated with snow upon our arrival. Our biggest issue, this year, was a puncture wound in a side wall, that delayed our departure from the campground outside Nashville by about four hours, but did not set us back a day while we waited for the tire service to bring and new tire and mount it.





In a few short days we have transformed from snowbird park
denizens to Saylorville Lake volunteers preparing to get another season
underway tomorrow. We are once again active, present grandparents. The weekend filled
quickly with an outing with the kids who live near us and the grandkids yesterday
at the zoo for an Easter event. In between we have connected with returning
volunteers and a cousin and her husband who will join us in Volunteer Village
for their first season here at Saylorville.  We barely have the jacks down and are fully
immersed in the lake and the kids. We squeezed a quick grocery store trip in
between visits yesterday and will start work for the lake tomorrow.









The ’18 / ’19 winter season in Ocala is quickly becoming a
distant memory. I sat at this table last evening next to my daughter eating dinner
beaming at the thought that we are back in Iowa and have a full summer ahead. This
morning I awoke to the sound of two little boys’ voices talking to Grandpa with
morning cartoons on the television in the background, coming from the living room
and my heart smiled. It feels good to be home.





Until Next Time…


Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Winter '18 - '19 Good Times With Good People


They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Here are 42,000 words from our winter season. Thanks for the memories!