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It was the weekend of July fourth. We had arrived on a Thursday around noon. As usual, we put our watermelon in the river to keep it cold. By late Friday evening, the campground was flooded with all walks of life. I was surprised at the number of people pouring in. RVs bigger than some houses, old-fashioned homemade RVS of all sorts that included pick up trucks with a carpenters touch that turned them into little homemade campers with a ladder that allowed sunbathing on top of them. Even school buses that had been fixed up with spray paint, curtains, and furniture. Tents popped up constantly, and sometimes fell down quickly. Some had A/C units, some had a front porch, and some had as many as five rooms. Around three o'clock it began to rain. It started slowly and picked up quickly to a downpour. We all went inside our tent to stay dry. After about thirty minutes, I realized the river sounded louder. The campground owners
had opened the damn. I stepped outside to take a look at our watermelon. It was in danger of being swept away, and I realized some of the other campers were already running alongside the bank because they already had a runaway watermelon ! There were others still who were chasing their watermelons in the river on innertubes,and some were in canoes. Some were trying to accomplish this task while holding onto a child. I started making my way down the bank," it was muddy" and I watched helplessly as my watermelon bobbed over it's homemade coral and tried to catch up with the other escaped melons. Before I knew it, I was sliding into the river. I heard one of my kids scream mama. My daughter was standing a few feet from the bank. " Stay there,
I told her." I have to get our watermelon. Every time I got close to it, it seemed to pick up speed or take a new route in the river. It ran around the corner out of site and I scurried up the bank and ran to the other side. It was stuck in in some river shrubs, other melons were bobbing by it. The chase was still on. I carefully made my way down the bank, and started crossing to get it. Feeling relieved that it was no longer on the move, I picked it up. Some of the other campers had finally retrieved their own melons, but some had not been able to catch theirs.
I realized the rain had stopped as I put our melon into the extra cooler we had. My husband had slept through all of this. I heard a loud complaint next door. A lady was telling her husband Hubert that he should have made more effort to catch their watermelon like the lady next door to us did she told him.
I would advise people to just keep melons in the cooler on ice. You can purchase a styrofoam cooler for only two or three dollars or a beautiful Dallas Cooler that will last for years to come at Kohls. Happy Trails Publisher:Kimberly Wetsel
had opened the damn. I stepped outside to take a look at our watermelon. It was in danger of being swept away, and I realized some of the other campers were already running alongside the bank because they already had a runaway watermelon ! There were others still who were chasing their watermelons in the river on innertubes,and some were in canoes. Some were trying to accomplish this task while holding onto a child. I started making my way down the bank," it was muddy" and I watched helplessly as my watermelon bobbed over it's homemade coral and tried to catch up with the other escaped melons. Before I knew it, I was sliding into the river. I heard one of my kids scream mama. My daughter was standing a few feet from the bank. " Stay there,
I told her." I have to get our watermelon. Every time I got close to it, it seemed to pick up speed or take a new route in the river. It ran around the corner out of site and I scurried up the bank and ran to the other side. It was stuck in in some river shrubs, other melons were bobbing by it. The chase was still on. I carefully made my way down the bank, and started crossing to get it. Feeling relieved that it was no longer on the move, I picked it up. Some of the other campers had finally retrieved their own melons, but some had not been able to catch theirs.
I realized the rain had stopped as I put our melon into the extra cooler we had. My husband had slept through all of this. I heard a loud complaint next door. A lady was telling her husband Hubert that he should have made more effort to catch their watermelon like the lady next door to us did she told him.
I would advise people to just keep melons in the cooler on ice. You can purchase a styrofoam cooler for only two or three dollars or a beautiful Dallas Cooler that will last for years to come at Kohls. Happy Trails Publisher:Kimberly Wetsel
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