Dreams DO Come True

I didn’t mean to be AWOL yesterday, it was just one of those things, you know? But I’m back today and I have some thoughts to share about our weekend camping at Bourne Scenic Park.

It sounds like an oxymoron but the weekend was a whirlwind of relaxation. The whirlwind part was that It was a quick trip. We arrived Friday at 5:30pm and left Sunday morning at 11am. Make no mistake, though, we packed a lot into those 40ish hours.

We were able to relax because I planned well and we had a reheated home cooked meal Friday night, pumpkin bread for breakfast on both Saturday and Sunday, and we ate at the Kiwanis party on Saturday afternoon. So . . . no cooking and no dishes. Also, camping in and of itself is relaxing once the set up is completed. The time passes quickly but there’s not a lot going on. It’s chatting and catching up, maybe taking a ride in the golf cart or getting an ice cream, sitting by a campfire with friends or listening to music or playing cards. We managed to do most of those things this weekend and that makes it a success in my book.

The thing that was truly special for me, though, was just being in that particular campground. As I told you last week, I’ve wanted to camp there since I was a child, looking down on it from a car going over the Bourne Bridge. As a kid who had a lot of turmoil at home, this campground looked peaceful and safe and fun, like it would be a wonderful place to be. A place without fighting and yelling, because who would do that in such an idyllic setting? A place where families had fun together and played games and sat around a campfire toasting marshmallows. A place of escape. And escape was something I yearned for in my childhood.

Being there with Dale and looking up at that bridge from our golf cart was the fulfillment of that childhood dream. It was everything I thought it would be, and I’m not ashamed to say I got a little verklempt over the whole thing. I was right about it being peaceful and safe. I was right about it being a fun place to be with family. I was right that there wouldn’t be any fighting or yelling. And I was right about loving camping.

Sometimes we have to wait 50 years or so for a dream to come true. It’s pretty awesome when it turns out just the way you hoped it would.