Hi and welcome to the blog. I’ve had four days off this week and a chance to rest up a little. It was not the fall vacation envisioned – a cooler brimming with fish and pictures of great food – but it’s still been enjoyable.
The plan was to head north and do some river and trout fishing for a couple of days, returning on the third. The weather took a nosedive and things got cut short a little… but there was still plenty of fun. On Monday we had a “snow squall” and our area got 3.5 inches of snow. (As opposed to Thursday when we have a remote chance for tornadoes!)
On the journey north I was wearing my political hat (pictured down the post a ways) while at the grocery store in Dyersville (“Field of Dreams” is near there). An old farmer from Earlville (about 15 minutes to the west) struck up a conversation. We had differing political views on most everything but had the most pleasant conversation. At the end we agreed that so many of us have more in common than what you see on TV. Candidates want to make themselves stand out as unique… and we were having a blast talking for about 20-25 minutes about history and good and bad acts of all the presidents in the last 40+ years. It made my day! What a nice old guy!
Once north, I decided to cross over into Wisconsin – the first time since Covid. I wanted to do something kind of decadent – no, not a strip club or anything – but a place where lust and desire would reign supreme… It was time to visit Cabella’s (now owned by Bass Pro). In Prairie DuChein, Wisconsin, you have to wear a mask. Mine was probably covered in drool after visiting the fishing and firearms departments. Somehow I left with just a couple jars of trout bait, a new pocket knife, and a free Cabella’s hat.
From there it was to the campground across the river in Iowa. By now it was quite late in the day and there was barely time to cook up supper. Well, actually, it was dark when I pulled the homemade Swiss steak out of the electric skillet It was yummy!
Dessert was made by Linda, a sweet lady co-worker in her 70s. She baked homemade chocolate chip cookies for the troops at work and left a really cute note on my bag, even telling me to say hi to Jenny and Duke. The cookies were enjoyed with a piping hot cup of Earl Grey tea (with half-n-half, of course)….
The camping was peaceful … for the most part. Some young people came in and parked next to me at 9:30. Until 11:30 PM I heard the constant buzzing of some kind of hip-hop music or what ever they call that commotion. But the infra-red heater really relaxed the tired body and the sleep was positively blissful.
The weather on Tuesday was cold and blustery. I had decided to fish at the barge and wanted to get a load of sheep’s head (freshwater drum). A week or so ago the fish were biting until the bizarre, early snowfall on Monday. After 4 hours, I was chilled to the bone and had only caught two dinky fish… There was nothing but fun memories to take home. At least there were no fish to clean. The plan was to stay another day but I got pretty sick from being out in the cold too long, perhaps maybe a touch of hypothermia…
It was nice to come home and the outing still had fun, amusing moments such as the one pictured below when I could not find the can opener despite seeing it so often this last week as it rode in the driver’s door pocket…
Flash forward to Wednesday. The weather was unsettled, cold and rainy; I slipped in some fishing nearby and got some nice ones to take home. Though still off on vacation, the plan is to work a bit on Thursday morning and get some fishing in when the highs hit 72 tomorrow before severe thunderstorms hit… It’s enough to give a feller a sinus headache!
Safe and happy camping! Keep smiling and laugh at the silly things. As tough as 2020 has been, it’s up to us to make it a good one!
Brad and Jenny and Duke
Jones County, Iowa
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