Saturday dawned cool and bright. Hubby’s brother arrived during the night to join us.
With stars still in the sky they headed down to the eddy to fish.
I was enjoying a cup of coffee when suddenly the camper began to shake and my cup danced wildly across the table. Before it was done, I grabbed the cup and realized it was an earthquake.
Our camping spot is pretty near the infamous New Madrid Fault, so I was more than a bit concerned. I texted the daughters and soon found that this quake was centered in Oklahoma.
That was a relief!
Saturday afternoon, the ferry had mechanical issues and was stopped on the Kentucky side. I was sitting under our canopy, enjoying life. People would walk over to ask questions, no problem as long as they stayed outside the canopy, but some would not. Walking into my space and giving our camp and equipment a once or twice over. A few seemed to think I should be providing food and drinks. Um, NO!
Lots of traffic had to be diverted. Many travelers spent a few minutes lamenting the fact that GPS routed them to this place at the ‘end of the world’ as the shortest route. It is only the shortest route if the ferry is running. I was rather amazed at the many complaints that came from folks who resented having to wait for the ferry, even when it was running on schedule.
So many did not notice the beauty, glimpse the bald eagles, deer, the beginning hints of autumn color in the trees and so many interesting things going on.