Since I am not following chronological order here (that would be difficult to impossible with all we have been doing!), I will mention that on our first evening, Penny led our cigar box (+ a uke) band for its concert. The audience was mesmerized. 🙄
Susan and I took a walk to visit the club house and ask questions about a bike ride to the trail. While waiting for Tracy to finish her telephone conversation, we looked around the rooms and found a library where Susan had to take my photo 😉.
Tracy, at the club house gave us what we both thought were pretty good directions to get to the Coeur D’Alene Trail. But … we each had our own idea of what those directions actually were. We invited others to join us and Penny was the one who did. Stopping at the entry gate for the photo. We had to ride through the nudist colony to and from the (non-nudist) campground. ;’-).
(To fill your curiosity — we did not see a nude body on the ride, but did see one when first driving into the campground. I think the guy was posing just because he could ;’-). The few others we saw in the colony were fully dressed as they drove their tractor, washed their car, or worked in the yard.)
It was all going so well until we got to the torn up road at the bottom of a very long hill — about 2.5 miles long — and Penny and I were thinking we were not on the right road. Tracy had said “a little hill, not long” was on our route. We stopped to ask a couple of workman and they told us this was the only way to the trail, and that involved more rutted dirt road and we were disbelievers as Susan tried to get us to continue. Susan tells every one that Penny and I pulled a mutiny against her, refusing to follow her down that road to the trail. Checking back with Tracy later, it turns out that Susan was right about the route, but…
…Though I would have liked more miles, those rutted roads in very poor condition was causing a lot of pain to my back and ribs, so I was not sorry to shorten this particular ride. And got just two photos along the way back to camp.
That yellow speck in the middle of a down hill is Susan.
Farm view is very near camp.
Once back at camp we had to rest up for our next round of games and things, and of course Penny and I had to withstand the mutiny claim from Susan to everyone.
There was “pin the belt’ on Smokey Bear. We were each blindfolded and spun around two times by the camp director, and then walked blindly toward Smokey’s belt. You can see where Susan and I were quite far off the the right.
After prizes were awarded to first (Kari?) and second (Jayne) places, it was time for Smokey Bear’s birthday celebration. We sang Happy Birthdday, MADE ice cream and had birthday cake baked by Annie.
Making of the ice cream was .. um… interesting. We first campers dutifully lined up with our little baggies like good scouts.
The camp counselors filled our baggies with sugar, cinnamon, and milk; gave us a bigger bag to zip our smaller bags into and added rock salt and ice. We zipped it all up tightly and began shaking like crazy.
Susan demonstrates.
Shaking and rattling seemed to take forever and we were each becoming more and more skeptical about ice cream actually forming.
But lo and behold .. though this may not look exactly like ice cream .. it was, and tasted quite good. And no artificial preservatives added 😉
We enjoyed our ice cream before heading in for cake. Kay, Susan and Penny “dig in’ to their bag.
Andi and Vi still shaking it up, but they and everyone did finally make ice cream.
Time for cake and Happy Birthday singing. We did not light the candles, because Smokey Bear does not like candles, but we sang a good song for his celebration.
Alrighty now, I will end this section with the 80th birthday wishes and song for Smokey Bear. One more section coming up.
Adventures with Nancy 