KOA is A-OK

(The title of my post will most likely amuse only those in the profession of words, i.e., editors, linguists, and English teachers/professors.)

We stayed at the Niagara Falls KOA for our pseudo-camping trip and fell in love with our cozy little cabin. A good friend of mine introduced me to the organization of campgrounds, and I couldn't wait to secure my own little cabin. Not to mention, I now have my very own KOA Rewards Card, which I plan to reap the benefits of on many more camping trips.

By the time we reached our local KOA, it was almost 7 o'clock at night, and it had been pouring rain for too many hours. We were tired, hungry, beat up, and wanted nothing more than to sit down and relax. Odd, I know, that we would want to sit after being cooped up in an SUV for nearly 10 hours, but that's a different kind of sitting--really.

As Josh drove over to 798, I instantly fell in love. Not only was our cabin simple and sweet, but it had its very own porch swing. Josh and I quickly unloaded the car, placing our belongings carefully in the tidy little abode, and retired to the porch for the evening. We sat, sheltered from the rain and thunder, not doing much of anything.

We ended up looking forward to returning to the cabin each night. It was just so peaceful, and perfect.