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Wonderful World — Campground Life
Campgrounds have personalities. Some are quiet, some are noisy, some full of families, some full of retirees. The campground we are in this week is quite lively. Maybe it is because it was a holiday weekend, or maybe because summer has really started, but it is lively. As I walked the dogs around the first day shortly before dusk, I enjoyed seeing all the different types of people. There were families out for a bike ride. Some were wearing helmets, some with training wheels, some with babies in bike seats. The park workers were sitting up a movie on a lawn while people put out chairs and blankets to watch it. I saw what appeared to be a grandmother and her granddaughter walking hand in hand. I was not sure who was helping who cross the street as the grandmother used a cane and the granddaughter held her hand tightly. I saw a couple of older men sitting across a picnic table eating and talking. I assume they were solving some of the world’s greatest problems. Latin music sang from one site while a man added his own drum beat on a bongo. A few sites down a jazz melody poured out. The pool rang with shouts and laughter as children tossed a ball in the water. A handful of tents were arranged across several sites in a circle: obviously, a large group was camping together.
I walked the girls passed these microcosms of the world to the dog park where more children were playing than dogs. The…
