Most of the wagons meet at the fireman's camp to all pull out at the same time and make the trip up to Lake Powhatan. We leave before the traffic at 4 but it always seems like a make some people mad blocking traffic, on 191. It is like the Craig Morgan song "International Harvester". Lucky it wasn't raining but a little cold. We got to the camp and parked and started a fire. We ate Marty's good bbq, had a drink, made banana boats, and played a few hands of cards. We went to bed right before the rain hit. The sound of rain drops on the tarp of a wagon will put you asleep, or was I just tired after running around getting everything together?
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