“I would rather lie facedown on the ground and use my body as a bridge, than stand proud and tall and use my body as a wall.”
Hello and welcome to the blog this Sunday. On Friday I was able to take a quick little overnight trip to friend Jim’s pond. At first it looked like it wouldn’t happen. Thursday I was stuck in town after agreeing to take care of the neighbor’s dog. (Sometimes it’s hard to say no.) Friday would still leave time to camp and return for work.
Just when it looked like Friday was feasible, buddy Steve needed assistance picking up his recently repaired car. In the middle of it all he had a minor car accident. Talk about a rough day. Sometimes when things go to crap, the best thing you can hope for is to have supportive people in your life. I can’t think of any more important honor than to help a friend in need.
Steve is such a good pal – practically family – that a person can’t turn his/her back when the need is there. I told him we’d get the cars situated and then he needed to come out to Jim’s pond (northern Jones County) for some good food. While the poles were in the water, I started a wood fire to cook supper. Jim and Steve enjoyed swapping stories and memories.
The three of us enjoyed barbecued ribs, barbecued pork steak, baked beans, loaded mashed potatoes, bacon wrapped asparagus, and bacon wrapped jalapenos (stuffed with cream cheese). We ate like kings. Then it was back to angling and more talking as the sun slowly sank.
The fishing wasn’t so good on Friday evening. Steve didn’t catch anything at all. I only caught three bluegills but they were too small to keep. Both of us agreed that while we like to fish, neither of us felt like cleaning them!
In the meantime, a big white dog and smaller black dog came over from a neighboring farm to the west and visited us… and helped with the ribs and mashed potatoes. It was ironic (or not) that they arrived as the food was cooking. The wind was blowing from the east so they might have smelled all the grub. In any case, I took their presence as a compliment!
Jim advised that the white dog liked to play fetch with sticks and LOVED the pond. The pooch would bring the stick to you, offer it, and withdraw. You’d have to coax and trick the canine into giving up the twig… and then a person would throw the stick as far as possible into the water. We must have tossed the little twig 20 times and each time it was returned. What a blast!
By this time it was getting late. Steve headed for home and I slept in the van for the night. It was a cool evening with lows around 59 or so. The sleep was blissful.
The trip wasn’t as long as I’d hoped for but was every bit as fun as one could expect. There’s always another day to camp but there might not always be the chance to be there for someone in need. That’s what we’re here for anyway… to be a beacon. Perhaps those lighthouse yard lights are symbolic. They’re sure cool to watch after dark as the lights rotate in the darkness.
As T.V. Detective Columbo used to say… “Just one more thing….”
During the writing of this post (at McDonald’s) the weather took a nasty turn. On Sunday afternoon a cold front spawned a couple of tornadoes, one of them near Jim’s farm in Northern Jones County. I took off in the van and followed the storm, even getting directly under the wall cloud as everything passed over the town of Anamosa. It was possible to see some horizontal and vertical rotation. I was mesmerized! Thankfully, no damage was done by the storms!
That’s about it for now. There will be more fun adventures in the coming days. I found a small remote campground near Grant Wood’s old stomping grounds and plan to check it out. Stay tuned!
Thanks for visiting! Safe and happy camping!
Brad and Jenny and Duke
Jones County, Iowa.