After spending a week at Wilson Lake and returning our rented rv, My Big Boy and I decided to steal just a few more days before heading back to Pennsylvania. So we hooked up the boat and headed north to a lake close to his roots, Lovewell Lake, in Jewell county, KS. (So far north you’re almost in Nebraska.) It’s a pretty little lake, with beautiful camp sites.
But remember, our week was up with the rented rv…so this time we rented a cabin. A primitive cabin. (it’s all they had left, do you really think I’d choose primitive?)
Primitive camping, now that’s a new thought for me. The cabin had so much charm, made of logs, beautifully. Concrete floor…well, better than the pioneers, they had dirt. Bunk beds, thank goodness the bottom bunks are full size. No bathroom! No kitchen! But a plug in for my coffee pot, thank goodness. Heck who needs a bathroom, as long as there’s coffee!
After taking a long drive through the park, My Big Boy, said “what will we do?” It’s storming, so we can’t sit outside and enjoy the fire, and primitive means “no tv”. I suggested he play the fiddle or read the Bible aloud like “Pa” would have done, but couldn’t convince him. I even had a romantic notion that this might be the time we just sit and look into each other’s eyes (maybe even cuddle) and talk about our hopes and dreams…but that lasted about a minute…so I hate to admit it, but we went to bed before 8pm. (Which is why I’m now up at 11:22!!!)(did I mention, there is no bathroom!!!)
Here are a couple of photos. Cute, isn’t it? Check out the very primitive table and chairs. (Oops, the air conditioner shows in the photo!) Okay, okay…so Laura did have it a little tougher than this. But for just a moment, as I lay my head on the pillow, right before my eyes went closed, I felt it…Laura and I were sisters…my little cabin on the prairie. And next thing I remember is waking up and searching for the outhouse…and thinking…”I’m not so good at this.” “Thank goodness it’s only vacation!”
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