Tuesday, May 11, 2010 - Candy Cane RV Park, Steelville MO
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Killdeer nest, Site 4, Freeman Community Club RV Park, Freeman MO, May 11, 2010
What's a poor mother to do?
You find a good mate, carefully pick a site, sculpt a nice nest amongst those hard old crushed rocks, lay 4 eggs coordinated to match the rocks, array the eggs just so with the pointy ends down and in, keep them nice and warm day and night rain or shine.
Then some jerk nearly steps in the nest.
And has the gall to come back later with a camera 'cause he thinks the whole thing is a work of art.
Sheesh man - it's a freakin' NEST! What's a poor mother to do? Freak OUT!
Night camp
Site 4 - Candy Cane RV Park & Campground, Steelville MO
- Candy Cane RV Park & Campground, 11 Highway M, Steelville MO 65565 (573) 755-2889
- Email bill@candycanervpark.com
- Located on MO Route 8, west of Steelville MO, is a private park with 30 pullthrough campsites with 30/50 AMP electric, water and some with sewer.
- There is reasonably good Verizon cell phone and weak EVDO service
- Find the Candy Cane RV Park on my Night Camps map
- Check the weather here
Nights I've camped here
Rice Toss
After the dinner our hosts conducted us to the beach. Among the presents was a large supply rice for the fleet. It was put up in straw sacks or bales containing about 125 pounds each. By the pile stood a company of athletes or gymnasts chosen from the peasantry for their strength and size and trained for the service and entertainment of the court. At a signal from their leader, who was himself a giant of muscle and fat, a sort of human Jumbo, they began transporting the rice to the boats. It was more frolic than work. Some of thembore a bale on each hand above their heads, some would carry two laid crosswise on the shoulders and head, while others performed dextrous feats of tossing, catching, balancing them, or turning somersaults with them. I saw one nimble Titan fasten his talons in a sack, throw it down on the sand still keeping his hold, turn a somersault over it, throw it over him as he revolved, and come down sitting on the beach with the sack in his lap. Beat that who can. If you imagine it "as easy as preaching," try it the next time in a gymnasium. But let me advise you, first make your will.
The Logbook of the Captains Clerk, John J. Sewell, Lakeside Press, 1995 pg 256