Mark worked six days this week, his first week of having his own business. I haven’t focused much on how that’s been going for him, so I’ll give him a little press tonight.
Ever have one of those days that are too weird for words? Today was such a day for me. Continue reading
From the time Mark entered Door County, he has been staying with a couple from my church, John and Georgene Mann. They let him park the RV in front of their milking barn. They didn’t have the right kind of hookups for him, but between his generator and his propane tank, he managed.
I can’t remember if I had mentioned that the campground we stayed at last night was Blue Earth Campground. Nice place! And the hosts were Sean and Marian. Nice people! We stopped on our way out to dump our garbage and Sean came out to wish us well. I gave him a Christian hug. I don’t think he was expecting that, but he didn’t object. Continue reading
After four years of moving around, we have finally learned that we need to make our first day a shorter drive than any of the others. This is because there is always more to do to get going than we anticipate, and because we stop on our way to load up with paper plates, plastic ware and easy food for the trip. We have to put everything on our counters (both bathroom and kitchen) into the sinks so it won’t fall on the floor while we are on the road. Thus, the need for paper plates! Continue reading
Today all the campers were supposed to be out of here by noon. Mark and I needed to gather up any of the liquids we worked with that might freeze and put them in the heated garage. We also needed to do one last wipe-down, not a full cleaning, so that the bathrooms would be okay for the winter. Around 3:00 a couple people came in while we were working. Other than them, the campground was almost like a ghost town. Basically only the staff was here. Continue reading
Yesterday after our afternoon cleaning, we joined the seasonals and staff for the annual fall potluck. Here are some pictures: Continue reading
On April 29, 2015, Mark and I were driving to Wagon Trail Campground for the first time. We were a little bit scared. We had had a number of Workamping jobs where either the boss didn’t like us or our co-workers didn’t like us or both. We prayed as we passed the Welcome to Door County sign that this would be a good situation for us. God surpassed all that we could think or imagine. Wagon Trail Campground is gorgeous, as you well know from my blogs and pictures, and our bosses and co-workers have become like family. I thought we’d be coming back here for as long as our bodies could hold up. Continue reading
The president of my Wisconsin fan club, Judy Boldt, was after me today for not writing anything since my bicycle accident, so I’m dedicating this post to her! This may be a bit of a mish-mash because I can’t quite decide which of several things to write about, but here goes: Continue reading