Yep. Another month has passed us by.
Technically, here in Ohio, summer is over since the young people started school today. Thankfully, since I'm no longer in high school, summer goes on until I decide to stop mowing the lawn. This means that I can claim an endless summer-as it were-as long as there's no snow. However, my thoughts on summer have little to do with LOST AND FOUND except van maintenance and inventory storage. Thus, I move on to the informational section which I'll call "Our Month."
In early August, Michael and I had some time off. Michael went to carry forth at Camp Pioneer in New York, while my wife and I opened a bed and breakfast for a week or two. Then, on August 11th Michael and I headed for the state of Washington to play at Island Lake Camp. It is a most wondrous place, where campers do the craziest things. I know of no other camp where young people can ride motorcycles and horses, sail bicycles off water slides, experience the blob, all the while spending so much time studying the Bible.
Rugged campers looking surprisingly dry for Seattle.
Unfortunately, we weren't able to offer shirts to the fine folks at that camp because the company that ships them completely failed us.
Michael hopes for service, but it's not time yet.
So, off we drove to Idaho. If you've never been to the middle of Washington state, I will describe it for you. Picture my lawn, unmowed for three months, and then dried out from a three-month drought, which caused all the residents to move away to Seattle (where all the rain falls). Oh wait, that description will never do; you've never seen my lawn. Anyway, we had to cross the whole state to get to the next camp: Camp Lutherhaven.
|Sure gets dark around here . . .
. . . and blurry too!
Off we drove back to Wenatchee (that's in Washington, though it sounds like it should be in a Dr. Seuss book). We played for a grand group from Free Methodist churches all over Washington. What I mean is, we played for people who were from all over Washington . . . I don't mean we turned up the amps to eleven. One thing I must stress about these folks: They can stay in the kitchen! It was over 100 degrees each day and they spent all day outside and camped in tents at night! I'm perspiring just thinking about it.
The Free Methodist group spends some time cooling off.
|Then we played for some folks at a church in Tacoma (rhymes with bologna in some regions).|
|Tacomans (rhymes with bolognans)
Hey you guys! We're up here!
Then we went home for a few days and my daughter drew this picture.
That's me in the upper left: no dress
|The following weekend it was out to Iowa. First we visited Marshalltown (rhymes with Our Small Town, though it's the largest city for miles, and miles, and miles).||Excuse me, but I|
think I ordered the
Here're the Marshalltownians (rhymes with I'll Call Down Again) . . .
Then off we raced to Kansas to play at whichever of their universities is in Lawrence. (We can't keep them straight, so we often say things like "Go Wild Hawks" or "How 'bout them Jay Cats?" That way everybody's equally mad about our ignorance. It's sort of reverse spin control.) We had some hamburgers, played some songs, told the people "hey," and had a very nice time.
|Hey, who turned out the lights?
Hey, who made us all blurry?
Following that (and adding to our confusion over which school is which) we drove to Manhattan (like New York, but in Kansas) where we spent the evening and all the next day with our friends Jack and Jane--as in, went up to Maine to fetch a pail of water. Of course, since Jack and Jane have a huge boat, they need more than a pail . . they need a huge lake. They took us out on their groovy boat and keel-hauled us. Fortunately, their boat has no keel and no barnacles, so it was more like being "algae-wiped" than anything. It was great fun! However, I don't have any photos of the day because the camera was lost when the boat tipped over, and I had to single-handedly right the boat to the cheers of onlookers and Coast Guard officers who watched helplessly, unable to muster the strength needed to surpass my heroics. Either that, or I forgot to bring the camera that day. I can't remember which one, exactly.
Anyway, here's a little advertising that Jane thought might bring out some folks . . .
That's our poster in the bottom right
and here's the fine group of Manhattanites who came to visit . . .
Welcome to Speedwood 101, class.
Following that weekend, we took a few days off. Well, by "off" what I mean is we chained ourselves to desks and worked on office stuff. I tell you, where's a Vetrano when you need one?
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