Happiness. It's relative.
Lordy.
We are in the ‘rustic’ campground at Yankee Springs State Park outside of Hastings where there is one pit toilet per 12 acres and ALCOHOL IS NOT ALLOWED.
This has been repeated to us at least a dozen times and stamped on our site ticket. Not on our hands. Not yet.

We are 70++ people drinking cheap wine out of coffee cups but we feel 17 again, hiding our cups under the seat when the ‘fuzz’ drives by.
It is very dark here. This is good but also scary because there is no way I’m going to a pit toilet in the black of night with or without a flashlight. To me, a flashlight just makes things scarier. So it’s peeing freestyle which has its own drawbacks. I don’t need to tell you – coordination and leg strength are key.
We drove through Holland which has a big tulip festival every but we couldn’t find the tulips. “Sir,” Howard yelled out at the guy next to us at a red light. “Where are the tulips?” The nice man responded, “You’re a week late. It happens every other year.”
And then we saw, all through town, the denuded stalks of tulips everywhere. Organized and relentless deadheading. So efficient and organized.
I’ll drink to that.
Also, we made a fire.

So much to like in this post:
Contraband alcohol can be thrilling and I suspect yours is not the only “coffee” in the camp 🙂
That has to be the best fire pit I’ve seen in ages- heavy duty industrial style. Tempest seems to be a dirt girl…
hiding your ‘contraband’ is half of the fun, and the finale fire looks great
Drinking cheap wine and watching out for the state park fuzz, oh man 😂👍