This is the last post to our Lake Wenatchee journal. The time here has flown by so fast. Waking up under pine trees to blue skies and sunshine most everyday with lots of physical activity has given us great satisfaction. We have looked forward to trying the campground host experience for years and it's turned out to be wonderful. Our Rangers have been most supportive and made sure we felt our volunteering was appreciated.
Campers are usually slow leaving on Sundays, especially on nice days. It was after 10 AM before we had any sites to clean. At 1 PM, we took a break to go over to Plain to see the Civil War Encampment. Quite impressive. Union and Confederate camps, a small town, period clothing sales at the mercantile, cannon and a battle. There must have been nearly 200 folks in period costumes ready to tell us their stories. We talked to the camp doctor, the "Sanitation Mission" women, a sharp shooter, a few upper middle class Southern ladies who explained about the many petty coats they wore (as many as 7!) and wives of the soldiers who cooked for the camp. We learned that the drummers, buglers, color guard and officers were the soldiers that the sharp shooters aimed for. Most commands were given by the bugle music and drum cadences. Each unit had its own flag so if the bearer went down or the drummer was down, it added more confusion to the battle. The sharp shooter we talked to was from Canada. He told us that 50,000 Canadians fought in the Civil War and of the 50K, 10,000 fought for the Confederate side. Who knew?!
We learned that these reinactments take place around the state 4-7 times a year. Another time, we would plan to get there earlier to take it all in.
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| Fall Color |
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| There's a white headed woodpecker on this pine. Can you see him? |
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| Fall color |
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| The cannon sometimes actually blew smoke rings! |
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| Living quarters for the weekend |
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| Opportunities for musicians |
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| Upper class ladies with Abe Lincoln coming along. |
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| The "duck mask" I wore while I was raking the grounds. |























































