Friday, November 19, 2010

Corporate Event Location

Corporate Venue on the White River

Looking for a place to entertain customers or reward top salespeople for your company? Hoping to mix a little pleasure into your next business meeting? There are a number of ways we can help you plan your next event and keep it hassle-free. There's plenty to do, see, and experience on our stretch of the river.
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Monday, November 8, 2010

This has to be my favorite time of year-

Don't forget we have discounted rates in December and January.
The fishing is always good and it would be SO NICE to get away, wouldn't it?
This poem starts to rattle around in my head just about now; I hope you'll indulge me for including it here. Notice the last four lines (if you make it through that far!)


by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)

WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here--
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock--
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries--kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below--the clover over-head!--
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!

Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin' 's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! ...
I don't know how to tell it--but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me--
I'd want to 'commodate 'em--all the whole-indurin' flock--
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

October Sky


Red sky at night...sailer's delight...
Fisherman's delight...
Every season here has a beauty all its own.
We have plenty of cabins, campsites, and Camper Cabins available for a Fall Getaway.
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