71 Day 5 Maso to Wave: Sing-A-Long, Dinner on the Ark, and the Rain

Here we are: Waverly

So, while we had been out riding our bikes, the Deb had been doing what she does best. Getting drunk as a skunk and making friends. 

She had paled around with our hostess all day. I can't remember the lady's name, so we will call her Tami. The Deb had gotten to know Tami, and pretty much everyone there. She knew all about Tami's elderly mother who lived upstairs, which was why we couldn't go up there, and Tami's husband's awesome man cave, and everyone's blood type, and who knows what. She and Tami had been getting wasted all afternoon, but she also got the scoop on the accommodations.  She gave us the run down as soon as we arrived. Her enthusiasm was a balm for all our frayed beaver-nerves. 

The Den Mother, photo courtesy of Too Much

Soon, we were rotating through showers as our host played guitar in the back yard. The sun came out and it turned out to be a pretty great way to end the day. Once our tents were set up and we were all clean and fresh, the The Deb told us about her findings.

Free Bird! Photo Courtesy of Too Much

"I hope its okay, but I took some of the driver cash and bought a bunch of pork sandwiches and sides and a pie from this church downtown," she said, a little concerned. "I didn't know if you guys would want to go out or what, but it seemed like a good deal." 

Uh, genius. She had bought a boat load of food and a pie all for like $40. We retreated to Beaver Ark and had a cozy dinner, all together. It was so nice! Beavers in our little home! How nice. 

Soon, though, we were all ready for bed. We rotated through bathroom and toothbrushing and climbed into our tents. It wasn't until the early morning that we heard it: those first pitter patters of rain drops.

(Did you see that?! Only three blogs to cover that day!)