From this hour I ordain myself loosed of limits and imaginary lines. -Walt Whitman
We had such a great time camping with the HSWH. We loved hanging out, spending time, and getting to know Don’s kids and their families better. They’re such great people and we’re thankful they invited us along and let us in on the annual camping trip. Thanks so much to Mom and Don as well. You two are amazing people and we love you both very much. Also… the Kevster, and getting to ride down the river on the rubber raft with you… very fun, sort of. Bet you’re still wondering why you agreed to come along on that little sojourn. And, lastly… Weston… he was such a great little guy on this trip. He got to be off his lead quite a bit and he handled himself like a little gentleman. He never really ran off, and he was so good around the kids and in camp. He also got to make friends with Luke, which I think, after much sniffing, he liked very much. We’re lucky… he’s a really great little guy, a guy who had a spectacular time. In fact, he had such a great time it took him two days of sleeping, a lot, to recover.
Now, we’re home again, back at work, doing our work thing… but it was so good to get away, relax, enjoy the peace, enjoy the company of great people, and just be for awhile. Camping is good. I mean, what could be better than nature, quiet, a slower pace, long days, and simplicity.
On Saturday Mom and I took the kayak for a spin. We went out toward the main body of the lake, then turned around and headed up stream with the intent of taking the kayak back to the camp site. We almost made it, but couldn’t quite get passed the last turn and the last stretch of stream before the camp site. We paddled with all our might, but kept getting pushed backwards and toward the bank by the current. Karen said she could hear us laughing before she saw us. I ended up getting out of the kayak and pulling it the rest of the way to shore, with mom inside paddling to help me along. We had a really great time.
We left our place last Wednesday, July 16, after work at about 6:00 PM and pulled into the Davis Lake campground at about 10:00 PM. Nothing like good music and good company to take a person down the road. We got to Davis Lake, set up our tent, blew up our air mattress, threw in our sleeping bags, and then chatted briefly before heading to bed.
The next morning Don took me out to see this little batch of flowers growing in this old stump in the water. Very pretty.
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Taken this past weekend when we were camping with Mom and Don at Davis Lake. We had a spectacular time with them, Steph, Phil, their girls, and Weston the camping wonder dog. Our only complaint, we didn’t get to stay longer.
Why did we love it you ask… well, here’s why… hanging around chatting, wading in the creek, fly fishing in the creek, fishing from the boat with Don, watching Weston in the water, watching Don fly fish like the true artist he is, walking the creek with Mom, eating some great camp food, seeing the girls play with Weston, sleeping in a tent with my honey, and relaxing. There is no better way to spend a weekend.