Tonight when we came back from dinner out with Bill/Blanche (Ruthi’s brother and sister-in-law), our neighbor came over to let us know that one of Ruthi’s cousins had come by and knocked on the door. He said that Karma barked then but otherwise had been quiet while we were gone.
The Sunday picnic is for Ruthi’s mother’s side of the family. We had been told that Ruthi’s cousin Anthony would be camping in the park too. So, naturally we were expecting that he might drop by. As the neighbor relayed the message from Ruthi’s cousin, it became clear that it had been Carolyn not Anthony. Carolyn is a cousin on Ruthi’s father’s side of the family (exactly 2 years younger than Ruthi having been born on Ruthi’s birthday (January 17)). Knowing Carolyn (from Michigan now) was in town was a nice surprise.
Ruthi had exchanged email with Carolyn about our being in Marseilles for the picnic. So, Carolyn scheduled her trip back to pick up more of her stuff to take back to Michigan around the picnic dates. When she got to town (after major problems with her RV – seems to be the season for challenges), she went out to the ice cream parlor at the Illini Park. That’s where she heard that we were indeed in town and camped just steps away from the ice cream parlor. Carolyn walked around the campground checking the license plates on every 5th wheel until she located the Alaskan plates on our rig.
Hence – the message from our neighbor.
