I remember "camping" as a kid, with a sleeping bag, in a tent, with a fire pit, out in the open, cooking outside. You had people that were outside all day, playing, fishing, talking to one another. Not the same today, I'm afraid. Most people keep to themselves, probably watching television in their homes on wheels. Walking seems to be one of the only ways to still communicate with other people. We all try to make our little areas around our camp like home, like us. While walking the dogs last night, we noticed (the dogs did not) this kitty quite comfortably (until we stopped) sitting in the middle of the picnic table.
I've been noticing a woman painting a roadrunner on a toy hauler behind us. I remembered Scriptor Senex saying he loved roadrunners, so I had to go take a picture of it!
I noticed for a couple of days there was a picture of a roadrunner taped to the back, next to the painting. The picture is gone, the painting finished and sealed. After talking to the owner for a while, he told me this woman has painted the inside of the activity center in the next camping area over. On our walk today, we'll have to go check it out. Didn't she do a great job?