What a difference a day makes!
It is Tuesday after the Labor Day weekend. Summer is over, formally. The kids are back in school today. Moms & dads are back to work. The casual sounds of traffic from a day ago are replaced by the higher revs of commuters hurrying to work and the big diesels once again hauling commerce.
Instead of the giggly voices of kids on the nearby playground, we are assaulted by the pool maintenance company pumping out the campground pool, disassembling the hand rails and preparing the cavity for the onslaught of winter. ON THE HOTTEST DAY OF THE YEAR!?
That was the campground's plan, this was the date they booked the pool service company. "Ya gotta stick with the plan, man!"
Yeah, for those who have to have a plan, I guess so. We don't. We are much more flexible. Maybe we will go see the kids today. Maybe we will go exploring!
The campground's last hurrah was Labor Day weekend. Every campsite, every cabin was full.
Smoke from campfires smarted the eyes...
...and the sounds of kids having fun filled the air. Gay shrieks rose from the pool.
Moms & dads spending time with their kids, lunching out on a picnic table, laughing.
A clown organizes a water balloon toss.
"Don't miss! Don't miss... ohhhhh!"
But a glance up into the tree canopy...
...hints at a change that is coming, sooner rather than later.
What a difference a day makes. This is what you will see this morning. There are still a few of us old full-timers here (We will be here until they kick us out) but now the RV park is more empty than occupied.
Yesterday was the last day to swim. No more swimming until next year.
Kaylee leads her bus stop group up on the bus.