Yesterday we moved on to Lake Ahquabi, south of Indianola, where we're going to spend the weekend with Wilson's and Fitzgerald's. The day went well until Don tried to go around this corner to pull into our site. He suddenly made friends with a culvert! (I found out later from one of the young workers that this happens a couple times a year at this particular turn, along with another one in the park. I later made a suggestion in a calm, polite manner, that a warning sign might be nice-or a note on the website would be appropriate. That went right over the guys head!) Anyway, the road service had trouble getting someone-the guys in Des Moines would charge $2500 to wench us out, so they finally found a guy in Monroe, about an hour away. Here's our home hugging the culvert!

From another angle.

Help finally arrived.

He thought he'd try some cribbing first.

Yea! On the second try it worked! But-we did provide entertainment for fellow campers for the afternoon.

Away he goes! Thank God, it worked out well, with only slight damage. (However, the next time Don tells me not to worry, because everything in back follows in the same tracks as the front tires, well-look at the pictures-you decide!)