We are home. We are not supposed to be home, but we are. This entire week, Saturday through Friday, we were supposed to be camping at Turkey Run State Park. However there was no cooperation from the weather. It's been awfully wet this spring and early summer, and it looked like the rain was going to continue this week so we kept an eye on things, and decided to go for it anyway since we'd already paid for it. We drove down to the park on Saturday, got there in the evening and set up in a swamp. The campsite was mostly mud, but we were able to find some semi-solid spots to put the chairs. We tried to swap sites to move to a less muddy spot but had no luck. The park itself was half-closed due to high water; many of the trails were closed and the suspension bridge was closed for the whole weekend. All of the rafting and canoeing rental places along the river were shut down, too. From one end of the bridge, you could see that the water was covering even some of the boardwalk parts of the trails on the other side. I went for a run on Sunday morning along one of the trails but had to turn around because a large chunk of it was literally under water. But anyway, we did do some fun camping stuff while we were there; a park ranger took us on a hike to show and explain the edible plants in the area, we came to the interpretive center in the morning to help set up the bird and wildlife feeders and watched behind one-way glass while they all came to eat (Missy loved that), we were able to hit the pool Sunday afternoon since it was sunny and warm, but that didn't last long...we went horseback riding a bit later and by the time we were done, it was starting to rain again. The forecast was calling for rain pretty much all week. So, we packed up very early and went home. Funny story on the trip home. We got dinner at a KFC in Crawfordsville, then an hour or so down the road, Beth says "where's my purse?" Ha ha! Yep, back at the restaurant.