Autumn and Camp Eagle Fart
Oh, glorious autumn! The weather finally is starting to change a little. It’s doing the typical Southeast Texas weather mood swings, but we’re leaving the windows open at night and occasionally using a quilt on the bed! In Texas, the autumnal cycle is crystal clear: Five to seven days of 80-90F heat with stifling humidity. The humidity crescendos into massive 24-hour thunderstorms. After minor flash flooding (I guess it’s only minor if you aren’t affected), the rain subsides; the clouds blow away, and the sky fairly glows blue. The wind blows cold, refreshing air that seems to chill you right through; it feels like walking through a Mountain Dew commercial.
Autumn is my absolute favorite time of year. A sweet, chilly reward for enduring the hells of August.
Burgundy plays at a football game tonight, next Thursday, and the following Friday; after that, football season ends (glory, hallelujah; blasphemous, I know, to hate football in Texas), and concert season begins.
I organized another trip to the Boerne Fiber Festival this year. Last year I could not remember the name of the area of Texas where I proposed to camp, and I called it, “Eagle Canyon or Lake Eagle or Canyon Lake or Camp Light an Eagle Fart or WHATEVER.” Camp Eagle Fart stuck, and this year’s even has been dubbed “Camp Eagle Fart II.”
There’s been the very tiniest bit of drama around the trip this year. There was a little bit of, “I don’t want to sleep in a room with x person,” combined with, “Can we stay in nicer digs than we did last year,” which together resulted in, “Why do we have to pay more this year?” All in all though, it’s been very smooth, there have been no tantrums or anything like that. Everyone completely agreed they’d rather spend a little more and not stay in a cabin that could be a horror movie setting. I think the brown water last year tipped the scales for most everyone.
We had one problem with a bed and breakfast. We reserved rooms at this B&B in Boerne back in July. The person I spoke with refused to accept a deposit stating that, “Honey, this is Boerne; we don’t work that way.” I called back day before yesterday to confirm the rooms, and she told me the rooms were booked up for a wedding that weekend. I was LIVID. She did get rooms for us at the Holiday Inn for $20 more per night. I made my displeasure clear, but we took the rooms because with less than a month to go before the trip, we wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance of getting anything else for eight people, especially in that price range.
Our plan now is to wait until we’re checked into the Holiday Inn in Boerne, then go to speak with the owner of the Bed & Breakfast. I’ll ask him to feed us all lunch to make up for his company’s error. If he refuses, I’ll file a complaint with the Better Business Bureau.
Great.
Now I’m all agitated, and I started out feeling so great!
Autumn is my absolute favorite time of year. A sweet, chilly reward for enduring the hells of August.
Burgundy plays at a football game tonight, next Thursday, and the following Friday; after that, football season ends (glory, hallelujah; blasphemous, I know, to hate football in Texas), and concert season begins.
I organized another trip to the Boerne Fiber Festival this year. Last year I could not remember the name of the area of Texas where I proposed to camp, and I called it, “Eagle Canyon or Lake Eagle or Canyon Lake or Camp Light an Eagle Fart or WHATEVER.” Camp Eagle Fart stuck, and this year’s even has been dubbed “Camp Eagle Fart II.”
There’s been the very tiniest bit of drama around the trip this year. There was a little bit of, “I don’t want to sleep in a room with x person,” combined with, “Can we stay in nicer digs than we did last year,” which together resulted in, “Why do we have to pay more this year?” All in all though, it’s been very smooth, there have been no tantrums or anything like that. Everyone completely agreed they’d rather spend a little more and not stay in a cabin that could be a horror movie setting. I think the brown water last year tipped the scales for most everyone.
We had one problem with a bed and breakfast. We reserved rooms at this B&B in Boerne back in July. The person I spoke with refused to accept a deposit stating that, “Honey, this is Boerne; we don’t work that way.” I called back day before yesterday to confirm the rooms, and she told me the rooms were booked up for a wedding that weekend. I was LIVID. She did get rooms for us at the Holiday Inn for $20 more per night. I made my displeasure clear, but we took the rooms because with less than a month to go before the trip, we wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance of getting anything else for eight people, especially in that price range.
Our plan now is to wait until we’re checked into the Holiday Inn in Boerne, then go to speak with the owner of the Bed & Breakfast. I’ll ask him to feed us all lunch to make up for his company’s error. If he refuses, I’ll file a complaint with the Better Business Bureau.
Great.
Now I’m all agitated, and I started out feeling so great!