Last night, we got home from Oshkosh. It was a great trip, and we were able to visit with many friends we haven’t seen since 2019. Still, after ten days of camping, porta-potties, and showers with handheld nozzles, I was glad to be home.
Rather than writing about the experience, I thought I’d show you some of it in photos.
On Sunday night, we celebrated two birthdays. A piper who was camping nearby heard us sing, so she brought her bagpipes and played us several tunes. I didn’t get a picture of her, and the one I took of her pipes includes the face of another camper. Although unwilling to share that photo without permission, I am mentioning the story because it illustrates the magic of Oshkosh.
On the way home, we flew past Chicago.
Of course, there’s always the aftermath. Since I worked today, this pile of dirty clothing awaits my attention tomorrow.