I tell people that living at RiverBend Motorcoach Resort is like being at camp... without the enforced rest hour! They are quick to add that we also have access to alcohol!
Here is part of an "end of season" poem that I wrote last year:
Philly cheesesteak, wings or seafood, the choice is so hard.
I’ve gained a few pounds and my diet’s gone to Hell.
As I write, "camp" has come to a close. In March and April more and more coaches went out the gates. Fewer activities were held each week, and by now almost nothing is going on. However, I am finding the slower pace is actually pretty darn nice... it is almost like having that enforced rest hour!
Here are a few pictures of us having fun this year!