One of the newer members of our outdoor club hosted a weekend at his lakehouse for 20 of us this weekend. My GPS took me to the correct street, but then dropped me. I saw a house with a bunch of people and a lot of cars so I drove up and parked. I didn't recognize anyone so I asked, "What is the address here?" Oops...wrong party...
I backtracked to the beginning of the road and followed the directions that were emailed. I finally found the correct party well after dark.
The first night I slept in the house. There were people on the couches, all three beds, and on the floor. The second night there were even more people so some of us, including me, pitched our tents. I had the window open at first but the dog tried to crawl in so I had to close it. He went away but came back a few minutes later, whimpering. We think he'd been recently abandoned by his owner and decided to adopt us.
That dog followed us everywhere - hiking, biking, and even into the water. He tried to jump in the boats. When someone decided to take him for a ride in one of the kayaks, though, he wanted no part of it.
Click on the photo below for a closer look at the redneck boat dock.
I met someone new. The rule is: If it happens at BCO, it gets posted on Facebook and the club website. I guess that means it's also ok to post here.
Yep, that's me in the purple sleeves and that's him looking at me. We spent the entire weekend just hanging out and talking. I was rocking the frizzy-haired, no makeup look so he's already seen me that way. Maybe I'll start trying to meet more average, attractive, nice guys and less guys that are knee-melting, swooning hot but treat me like crap or ignore me.
No, I don't know where it's going but he's real, he's local, he's respectful, and he calls. (Did I mention he's a geocacher?)