We left Findlay, Ohio, on Thursday to head home following a visit there to celebrate Mom's 90th. We got as far as the Flying J, and Jim says: "Y'know, we could go see Phil and Rose, they're camping somewhere in TN." Well, he'd been a trooper, running over to Ohio whenever we needed to, so I said that I didn't care, and off we went, heading south, snow blowing, and into a head wind. The state park in western TN, close to Nashville, was really nice. Densely wooded in pine, and blooming redbud and white flowered dogwood, had a lake, inn, restaurant, and even a golf course. The campground was full of tenters huddled close to their campfires, and some left after the first night of low 20's overnight. It was nice to see so many families making pancakes, roasting hotdogs, and the smell of woodsmoke is always divine. There was a rocky, babbling, brook behind our sites with the clearest water. It reminded us of the Smokies. It was great to see our White Pine buddies. Jim will see them the end of May when he returns to be a campground host in the western Illinois state park. I'll join him there by the end of June. It's a great place to spend a summer, living in the woods. Phil and Rose bought a Safari Serenghetti, so we'll both be in motorhomes this summer. It's so roomy, we watched "Flight of the Phoenix" the old 1965 flick with Jimmy Stewart, ate oranges and popcorn, and had a good time last night. The sun was shining on this Easter morning as we said our goodbyes and headed north, towards home. Traffic is a real bear, surprising us both, with back-ups from wrecks here and there, making people do stupid things, trying to make up lost time.