We went up to camp this weekend to close on the property. I thought it was really funny to keep asking, "So, when do we get the keys?" As it turns out, closing on a piece of vacant land is a lot simpler than closing on a house. We signed a few papers, gave them a check, shook a few hands and that was that. The realtor that handled the deal gave us a very nice gift bag with wine, cheese, olives, fancy salami, and chocolates. We enjoyed all of those treats around the very first campfire at Camp Freedom and toasted to our good fortune and the beginning of great adventures. It was so fun to be there knowing that it was really ours. But then the reality started setting in. There is so much to do to make it a comfortable, usable camp. For example, there is no driveway. We found a clearing and pulled the van over so at least it was off the street. Promptly, several people pulled over wanting to know if we were stuck and needed help getting the car out. Surely, no one would put a car there on purpose! I quickly realized that this was not the middle of nowhere. As it turns out, Camp Freedom is located in a very small town where people noticed when a car full of strangers pulled off the road and started unloading a van full of gear in the woods. Luckily, these were likeable old guys that let us be after we assured them we weren't in any trouble. I have a feeling we will come to count on some of these characters for valuable advice and support in the future. During the course of the weekend, we got a rough idea of where the driveway will go in, as well as a plan for where to build the platform for the wall tent. Hopefully, we will get back out there over Labor Day weekend, ready to dig in, literally. We have a spot for the outhouse all staked out. So if anyone's not busy over Labor Day . . .
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