As we took the Sandstone exit for our first visit to Two Creeks, we were both excited and nervous. The 18 miles out into the country seemed to last forever; the fireflies dancing before our headlights competing with the butterflies in our stomachs.
Brand new to The Lifestyle, we were attracted to Two Creeks by the fun, lively events advertised. This weekend was to be no different - described as “Trailer Trash” and our ‘new’ vintage camper seemed to fit the bill.
On arriving, we met Toni and Glen and were warmly directed to our campsite. Glen patiently helped us back into our home for the weekend, though the Friday night dance was already underway and undoubtably required his time.
With a fire circle, ice, wood, electricity and water close by, we were soon settled in. Did we have the courage to leave the safety of our camper and venture out to the Bare’s Den? What should I wear? What should we do? Were we too young, too old, too fat, too thin, too poor, too...? Catchy dance music lured us - I grabbed a bunch of glow bracelets and laser lights for ice breakers - and we made our way to the soft lights of the pavilion.
Within minutes some of the friendliest people we had every met came up to warmly, but not pushily, greet us. Everyone had a laugh with the glow jewelry, and my partner and I danced together more than we had in ages.
The next day, we toured the grounds, met more great people, and decorated our campsite for the “Trashiest Lot” contest. We potlucked our kabobs with other campers, finding that food not only tastes better outdoors, but when shared with new friends.
Always enjoying a chance to be silly and wear a costume, we had a blast at the next night’s dance and karaoke. The getups were hilarious, and even more was the witty, tongue-in-cheek attitude of all involved. (Or maybe tongue in... Oh, never mind!)
Prizes were awarded, with some taking home the coveted Marker-On-Wood-Plank awards. After the party ended, we invited folks to our campsite for an acoustic singalong, the familiar tunes rising up towards a sky peppered with stars. What a perfect end to a weekend!
But we were in for one more surprise - people did not pack up and leave on Sunday morning, but stayed on, drinking coffee or libations, setting up a chaise lounge “Nude Roadblock”, and regaling each other with funny stories from the night before.
As at other events during the weekend, lots of the women were taking full advantage of the soft summer sun with their tops off. While both my partner and I had much enjoyed this beautiful sight, did I have the courage to do it too? Before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled off my tank top, laying it close by in case of some imaginary emergency.
Before we left, we had arranged to leave our camper at Two Creeks for the entire summer, and many of our new friends were kind enough to “Welcome Us Home”. On later visits, we have been privileged to meet other first timers, and try to extend to them same “Two Creeks Welcome” that we enjoyed.
Now, the 18 miles from Sandstone still seem long, but only from anticipation of the wonderful times ahead, right down the road. And - I’m not sure if I ever did find that tank top again!
by TrailerTrash nickname on FriendshipExpress.com
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
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