|Rugby, ND Geographic Center of North Dakota|
About one o'clock local we had lunch in East Grand Forks having crossed the Red River into Minnesota. We still had about 150 miles to go and were anxious to end the first part of our journey, arrive at Camp Birchwood and of course see Blaire and Jenna.
Just before the camp dinner bell rang at 5:30 we drove down the road and into camp
|Road to Camp Birchwood|
Jenna let us know she has done the required tasks to receive awards in riflery, tennis and sailing. She was proud to tell me she had skippered a boat that day, I was proud to hear it.
As we entered the dining hall where a couple of hundred girls and their counselors and other staff were assembling for dinner Leslie went in search of Blaire. After everyone sang the opening prayer song I went over to Blaire who still had tears in her eyes from seeing her mom, gave her a slight hug and kiss and got the message she was a bit embarrassed to go through this routine in front of her friends. After dinner she did manage to come up to me with a big hug. Phew, I thought she had turned into a teenager on me in the past two weeks!
After dinner we went to see the art show displaying the arts and crafts the girls had been working on then headed down to the lakeside deck to sit and enjoy the view while waiting for a show based on the Queen musical playing in London.
Here is the view of the Steamboat Lake, as you can see it is rather dark and windy.
|Storm approaching Steamboat Lake|
As the girls all beat it back to their cabins minutes ahead of the storm Leslie and I joined Terry and his wife Rachel in their cabin to catch up and wait out the storm. It was quite a blow, rain pelting the windows as the wind blew, lighting flashing, thunder booming. I love a good thunderstorm and this was a good one.
Waking up this morning we see branches down around the area and sun peaking through the last of the clouds.
We have completed the first leg of our journey. We are all together and tomorrow two more occupants will be in the Odyssey as we start the journey home and head to Des Moines.
Off to the traditional last Saturday breakfast of donuts on the lakeside deck.