I begin this missive on Saturday of Homecoming. Earlier this morning, my group of Saturday morning walkers passed through the campground at 26 degrees. I shuddered as I noted how many tents were pitched. Fortunately, sleeping bag technology has improved in the last forty-five years. I remember our reunion of 1976. Diane and I borrowed my parents’ motor home and we stayed at the campground. The temperature was about the same, and our tent-camping friends quickly found their way to our toasty motor home. My guess is that not many of us will be camping in tents when we gather next year for our forty-fifth, but if you are, let me know, so I can stop by for a cup of coffee by the morning campfire when we walk through. Our walking route takes us east on Dug Road, which is now part of Decorah’s 11-mile bike trail, before going through the campground. When we were at Luther, we could drive on that road, along the Upper Iowa River, beneath the limestone cliffs below Phelps Park. When you’re here next year, you should bring your bikes or just walk along Dug Road, and don’t forget to stop and admire the sculpture of Bird Woman and see if someone has left a poem.