It was my last night on the road this summer. I'd picked the park because it was a state park, more or less on my way home, halfway through Kansas.
The park is geared to horseback riding. There are not only trails throughout the park, but corrals for the horses in the campground area. (all for only $29 / night)
I pulled in around four, and Scrap, a big, beautiful bear of a dog from the campsite next door, came over to say hullo. (His owners call him Scrap because someone dropped him off like he was worthless scrap - they think otherwise.) Ted, his owner, came over to call him off, and we got to talking. His wife, Amy, came out to join us, and we talked some more. They offered me a drink, then dinner. It was cold, the temps on their way down to near freezing, but the fire and the company kept me warm.
The only time I went back to my camper during the evening to plug it in and make us a salad for my contribution to dinner. (a rare occurrence)
I fell in love with them. She was warm and friendly. He would have fit in perfectly back around the turn of the century, last century. The self-reliant type, able to fix anything, short on words, long on heart. They are the kind of people that, once on your side, you know have your back. More at home on the back of a horse than in a truck. I could picture them at home, her working as a Postmaster in town, him running the farm. Not always an easy life, but together they get through the troubles.
It's good to know there are still people like that in this world. The next morning as I began to drive away, they came out of their camper. I waved and started to take off, then stopped and jumped out of the truck for a hug goodbye.
Some friends we have for just a moment...