IF WE EVER HAD TO STAY IN AN RV PARK CAMPGROUND IN OUR AREA THIS IS WHERE WE WOULD STAY

THIS RV PARK IS A REAL GEM HIDDEN AWAY IN HURON COUNTY NEAR VARNA ONTARIO

It was our third day in a row with an area heat warning so Pheebs and I were out the door before the miserable humidity built up.  A drive down around the Bayfield harbor putting in a bit of time until we knew the morning glory muffins would be coming out of the oven at Bayfield's Charles Street Market Cafe'.  With a coffee to go along with an MG muffin we headed southeast out of Bayfield in search of a few photos.

LOTS OF NICE SAILBOATS IN THE BAYFIELD HARBOR

AND AN OLD DODGE CAR IN BAYFIELD TOO

An absolutely beautiful June morning as we cruised a few country roads with all Libby's windows down.  Fortunately we head a stiff southerly breeze making the morning's warm air pleasurable.  Just a great time to be outside surrounded by nature's wonders.  By 10 the day's heat was beginning to build so I grabbed a few photos here and there along the way and we headed for home.

SPOTTED ME ANOTHER BARN QUILT

THAT’S QUITE A RURAL MAILBOX ON THE BRONSON LINE

A NICE MORNING FOR MOWING THE DITCH

GAVE THIS FELLOW A BIG WAVE GOING BY BUT HE WAS A LITTLE LATE GETTING BACK TO ME

Hadn't had any intentions of doing too much outside but within 10 minutes of arriving home there I was with the shop vac cleaning the Jeep's interior.  Guess I was simply tired of the inside looking like a big huge muffin bomb went off inside it.  Amazing how those carrot, banana, and morning glory muffin crumbs build up after awhile and seem to get just about absolutely everywhere.

NOW WHAT WOULD MY BLOG BE WITHOUT A FEW COW PHOTOS EH:))

Finishing up the Jeep I'll be darned if I didn't go and grab the weed whacker and chase a bunch of weeds around the yard.  And if that wasn't enough in the rising heat Kelly came out and said she had just seen a neat looking wooden gate on one of her ‘buy and sell’ sites she likes to browse.  it was in Bayfield and it was free.  She showed me a picture on her laptop and I right away knew we could use that gate in another little yard project I've had in mind for quite awhile.  Figured we could fit the gate into the Jeep so off we went to get it.

CORNS JUST A JUMPIN UP OUT OF THE GROUND

Well it sure was a tight fit but we managed to wedge it in and even get the tailgate door closed.  Had to move both front seats as far ahead as we could.  No problem for Kelly to fit herself in the small space but I had quite a time wedging myself between the seat and the steering wheel.  I remember a day many years ago when two of me could have fit in that tiny space but that was then and this was now.  Luckily we didn't have far to go and minutes later we were home again.

 

KELLY TOOK THESE PHOTOS WITH MY ‘NEW TO ME’ CYBERSHOT EXMOR R SONY CAMERA

Getting the gate out of the Jeep was a whole lot easier than getting the gate into the Jeep and with the aid of a two wheel fridge cart type dolly I was easily able to move it over to the north side of our house where the project area is.  It was close to noon by then and with the sun beating down my outside activities were over for the day and it was into the cool sanctuary of our thankfully air conditioned house.  Never set foot outside for the rest of the day until after supper when I went on a watering spree with the garden hose.  Luckily temps are predicted to go down over the next few days and with them dropping into the mid to high 60's I'm sitting here with a grin on my face as wide as a Cheshire cat.

THE EYES ARE UPON YOU

MOTORNING THE GATE THROUGH AN OBSTACLE COURSE KNOWN AS OUR FRONT YARD

On our travels this morning heading east on Centennial Road from Parr Line we reached the country road intersection of Bannokburn Line.  On the southwest corner of this intersection sits a large acreage of property that I'm sure a lot of folks don't know about and if you are an RV'er looking for a quiet uncrowded place to park your RV for the summer this is it.  It's called Kerr's Campground and it is not what you might imagine when thinking about a crowded summertime RV Park.  Loudest sounds here would be the birdies in the treetops.

WE FIRST STUMBLED ACROSS THIS BEAUTIFUL CAMPGROUND ABOUT 9 YEARS AGO

YES, IF WE HAD TO PICK AN RV PARK-CAMPGROUND TO PARK OUR MOTORHOME FOR THE SUMMER THIS WOULD BE THE PLACE

DIDN’T WANT TO GO ANY CLOSER AND DUSTURB ANYONE BUT I’M GUESSING THERE MAY BE 6, 7, OR MAYBE A DOZEN UNITS HERE

AND  THERE ACTUALLY IS A SWALLOW LIVING IN THIS RELATIVELY NEW BIRD HOUSE

ANY TIME I HAVE DRIVEN OUT HERE THIS LARGE EXPANSIVE PARK HAS BEEN TOTALLY PEACEFUL

THE GROUNDS REMIND ME OF A ‘GOLF COURSE’ LIKE SETTING

If Kelly and I had gone full-time in our Class A Damon back in 2008 this is the place we would have come back to for the summers.  We liked it that much.  Stopped on a dirt road running alongside the Park and took a few photos.  I'm guessing maybe there were half a dozen or so RV's parked in the distance.  The grounds are impeccable with acres of mowed grass and well looked after trees.  What a beautiful spot with views all around.  Words like peaceful, tranquil and serene apply here.  Truly a hidden gem of a little known about camp ground 3 miles or so as the crow flies southeast of Varna Ontario.

THE ROAD WHERE I PARKED TO TAKE A FEW CAMPGROUND PHOTOS

I THINK THE CAMPGROUND MAY HAVE BEEN BUSIER MANY YEARS AGO AND THIS IS THE CLUBHOUSE WHICH HAS BEEN KEPT IN GOOD CONDITION

THE FAMILY THAT OWNS AND RUNS THIS CAMPGROUND LIVES AT THE END OF THIS LONG LANE

IT IS EASY TO SEE HOW WELL MAINTAINED THE OWNERS PROPERTY IS AS WELL AS THE CAMPGROUND ITSELF

GROANER'S CORNER:((  A family was visiting an Indian reservation when they happened upon an old tribesman lying face down in the middle of the road with his ear pressed firmly against the blacktop.  The father of the family asked the old tribesman what he was doing. The tribesman began to speak..."woman, late thirties, three kids, one barking dog in late model, white, four-door station wagon, traveling at 65 m.p.h.  "That's amazing!" exclaimed the father. "You can tell all that just by listening to the ground?"  "No," said the old tribesman, weakly. "They just ran over me five minutes ago!"