Well, that was a great Thanksgiving y’all! We were enjoying some much needed camping time at our favorite RV park, Leisure Resort in Fentress, and went to a relative’s house for the big family feast. The turkey was awesome, the sides are all gone, the desserts were out of this world and I was wishing I had worn elastic waist pants! This was all wonderful, but the very best part of the weekend was time shared with family sitting out under the stars, laughing and sharing great stories while soaking in the peace that surrounds a campfire. I didn’t even have an urge this year to go out on Black Friday, the day that could be spent elbowing your way through the crowds looking for a good deal, or not. Instead a few rounds of putt-putt golf took the place of all that chaos.
It was just me and two of my grandchildren, ages 16 and 13, at the campsite the first night and we were preparing an all-time camping tradition… Frito Pie. We all pitched in to make this delicious pot of chili and it was almost ready. In fact, our mouths were watering as we set the table and then the unthinkable happened! My grandson ran through the campsite and tripped over the cord to the electric skillet and, yep, you guessed it. About 90% of our big pot of chili was in the leaves. Of course we had RV Nana, a Boy Scout and a Girl Scout all together and, voila, our dinner was somewhat saved. We browned some sausage, added a can of chili to what we had saved and it was almost as good as what we had originally created. It must have been pretty good because my grandson ate about three bags full. That started our fun, adventurous weekend.
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We cooked and ate all weekend long. My son in law is a terrific cook when it comes to Dutch oven cooking so we feasted on a terrific quiche for breakfast and finger licking ribs for dinner. Now, you put this great food and a little wine together with the stars in the sky and the cool weather. What more could you ask for? Saturday night that question was answered. We had been away from the campsite for a few hours and when we returned to start dinner around dusk, the neighbors were playing guitar. Sounded great to us, so there was no need for a radio that night. Little did we know that we were about to be serenaded for a few hours by the Jecker Brothers of Georgetown. Yes, the guys who play at Monument Café. This was a night to remember. The only thing wrong with this night was the fact that we were all heading home the next day, leaving paradise and returning to the rat race.
So, for those of you who have not been RVing very long, this is what it is all about. You never know who you will meet or where you will meet them. We were surrounded by great RV neighbors for our special family Thanksgiving weekend.
I would love to hear some of your RV surprises, too!