Having spent a couple of weeks under Liz' tutelage at Kampsville I would like
to add to her description of the area. (She doesn't know I'm writing this.) It
is an unbelievably rich area along the Illinois River, in atmosphere true Mark
Twain country, that is, midwestern with a slight southern flavor. What she
didn't tell you is that you CAN reach a semblence of modernity via a nifty
state free ferry across the Illinois River and a long drive across the wide
flood plain to some terrific almost-Chicago-style pizza. A tortuous ride along
the bluffs near Kampsville lead to a truely dead-end town as well as to a
hummingbird gathering place, a two storey schoolhouse, built probably in the
30's or earlier, that was once featured in the Chicago Tribune as one of the
last of its kind in the US.  Apples, cherries, herfords, pigs, a  puzzling
petroglyph--I could go on and on, but will end by saying that I think you
won't be disappointed if you attend the workshop. And Liz gives a wicked good
nature walk.  If my schedule allows I'll be packin' my stuff,  Joan Lee