I moved the Gypsy Wagon to Hotel Lake this morning and no sooner had I pulled the truck away then I hear the traditional honking of the horn as Micha and Alex came within sight of the campground. Generally, being the first to arrive and last to leave, I never get to honk my horn at anyone. Oh well, I do get the longest stay!
|Lee Bay is still as we enjoy our morning coffee.|
|Sanding boards to prepare them for painting.|
|A great way to wash dusty plastic lawn chairs.|
|Ham Dinner at Grandma's house.|
|Save that turtle!|
|A quick evening paddle to check on the pair of Loon's floating with their noses tucked|
under their wings and it is time to say, "Good night!"