9/18/2022 we stayed at Cherry Glen campground near Polk City Iowa, I made the reservations a couple hours before we got there, and all we had to do was was pull in and the gentleman checked off our names.
They had water- potable and non potable water, a flushing station, showers and some super loud cicada’s. Mitch’s favorite campground so far.
It was a special experience. The calmness that surrounds the grounds, the pristine grass, everyone there for the love of the game, the movie… some both. I cherished every second. Mitch and I brought own out mit and ball, then we realized they had bats. We hit a few balls and next thing you know we had an audience. A bus tour group of elderly folks filled the bleachers. They asked me to take a picture and I was delighted to oblige.
We head further east to find a place for the night. Mitch found an RV park called Hoot Owl Hollow Campgrounds near Dubuque Iowa. On our way there we passed a beautiful church.
As we turned the corner there was a cemetery behind it. Intrigued by the elaborate headstones, we stopped.
We pull into the RV park, call the number on the door and settle in for the night. As we walked to the drop box to pay for the night I see a basketball hoop and a couple balls on the ground. Another opportunity to check off a bucket list item… play “pig” with my man. yup, just to play a little basketball with Mitch has been something I’ve wanted to do since we began dating, so like 16 years. I almost had him with a hook shot, double or nothin, but of course he nailed it.
Sometimes in life, the most meaningful and special memories have nothing to do with money or anything extravagant. It’s the little things, a corn field, a basketball or a movie about faith and baseball.