Can’t Get Enough

 I’m back on the Mississippi River. This time, I’m camped at a Corps of Engineers campground just north of Muscatine, Iowa. It’s one of my favorite places to hang out and do absolutely nothing. Well, some people would be bored, but I spend my time reading, walking and watching. 

Julia and her sister took their brother Scott to New Orleans as a 60th birthday present. I’ve been to the Big Easy several times. My grandfather used to say this about places that he didn’t plan to return: “I didn’t leave nothin’ there.” I wouldn’t go quite that far about New Orleans, but I’m content spending some time along the same river—upstream a bit at $13/ night with the Old Geezers’ discount.

Callie is a happy camper. 

Mid-week, this place is quiet. I can see the river out the Scamp’s dinette window, and I have a nice buffer of woods behind me. 

I’ll build a fire tonight at dusk. There’s a cold Pseudo  Sue IPA from Toppling Goliath in the fridge when I’m ready.

Beer in the Barn

Some of the best beer surprises are the ones you find in unexpected places. One of our new Iowa pickleball friends recommended that we try out a bar in St. Donatus for a good burger with homemade French fries. I asked about the beer, and the response was along the lines of “yes, they have beer.”

St. Donatus, population 120, is a very small town founded by a Luxembourg early settler. If you blink at highway speeds, you could easily miss it.

In doing some navigational research, I saw a listing for “Beer in the Barn” across the street from said bar and tucked behind an old Inn. As it turned out,  the burgers and fries at the bar were just okay, but Beer in the Barn was a stunning find. 

The pictures we took don’t do it justice. The stone barn is supposedly the oldest standing barn in Iowa. 

We asked the chief bartender/owner to tell us his story. In doing so, we learned that his wife is the brewmaster. We later learned from her that one of her best friends lives in Lodi. That Lodi woman is one of Julia’s friends and was Justin’s long-time piano teacher. Small world!

Julia’s hazy IPA was delicious. My milk stout was very good. There will be live music on Sunday afternoon. We plan to be back.

Along the River

Yesterday would have been Justin’s 24th birthday. I haven’t been sleeping well, and there are so many memories in the house. This morning, we headed to Iowa and set up camp a few steps from the shore of the Mississippi River. 

The campground is quiet mid-week, and it was a perfect day in the Upper Midwest: temperatures in the mid 70’s. A haze from the Canadian wildfires masked an otherwise sunny day. 

We’ve already seen our first barge. 

There is something very peaceful about sitting in a camp chair and watching the river flow by. 

May Update

After battling a failed respiratory system for four months in the hospital, my 23-year-old son, Justin, died last night.  Last week, he was driving the hospital bean-counters and back-office people crazy by having way too much fun in the hospital.  He was playing video games, watching sports and crime shows on tv, and ordering Uber Eats.  Then Saturday afternoon, he went code blue with rapid changes in oxygen level, heart rate and blood pressure.  

With modern medicine, drugs and technology, hospital staff stabilized his numbers, but Justin became quite uncomfortable and agitated.  His last words were, "Will it ever end?"   Allie flew home on Sunday night, and her presence in the hospital room on Monday brought a final, brief smile to Justin's lips.  He passed later that night.  

I'm proud of my son for his lifetime willingness to fight for a life that was in many ways fuller than most able-bodied people.  In return, he made our lives richer and fuller.  

After a time for grieving the loss of Justin and also celebrating his life, I will be back, hopefully, with more adventures of my own to document in this blog.  Life is short, and tomorrow is not guaranteed.