This blog was drafted, but lost!  So here goes.

We were surprised on Sunday by a visit from Ridge, Karyn, and Matt, and one of Matt’s friends and his 12-year old daughter.  We always look forward to seeing Ridge…and of course, his parents.  Kay and I kept Ridge Sunday afternoon while they fished high water on the Norfork, catching lots of big fish, including Karyn’s biggest ever brown trout.  They brought food and we had great pulled pork and all the fixin’s Sunday evening–very good.

They left Monday morning, Memorial Day, and Kay and I did laundry and a quick house cleaning, and spent the rest of the day just hanging out.
On Wednesday afternoon, returning from duplicate bridge lessons, Kay suggested we go camping.  Upon arriving home, the RV slides were withdrawn, satellite and electrical cords unhooked, and we were ready to go.  After selecting a site and setting up the motorhome, we returned home to gather food, clothes, toiletries, and toys and returned to spend a quiet night at Quarry Park, immediately downstream of Norfork Dam.
With the motorhome gone, gravel was ordered and delivered at home to resurface the drive and build-up the RV parking pad.  The driver did a great job of spreading the gravel on the drive, but a couple of areas required significant shoveling and raking.
Kay returned home on Friday morning to receive guests at Dunnhill.  Four ladies who taught with Kay some 30 years ago came to spend the weekend, something they do almost annually.  I stayed at Quarry Park, out of their hair, and we all probably enjoyed the privacy.
I discovered a couple of great butterfly areas at Quarry Park, including the dump station where people dump their sewage, and an overgrown area near the launch ramp and parking area.  In addition, a few day lilies survived the floods and weeds in the overgrown area, offering beauty in an otherwise drab environment.