On Friday after Sandy got away from work, we headed to Bob Lake campground.
|This could be the nicest campground in the whole world.|
|And we were the only ones here.|
Not even any bugs!
|Arly got a fire going right off.|
|Then we had peanuts.|
|We even had a lake side table!|
|What a nice evening.|
|On Saturday after breakfast, |
we got to work clearing the Beaver Lodge trail.
|Arly cut down some dead fall and leaners here.|
|I checked for frogs. We seen the painted turtles here.|
|Here's a big one we'll need to come back for.|
|Lunch time! MMM it smells good.|
|Everyone can smell Zup's polish sausage.|
|Young dogs with lots of energy dig for chipmunks.|
Older mutts were on had to provide tips and tricks.
|We clear some dead-falls in camp.|
|Late in the afternoon, I head some loud birds landing.|
Ya our swans came back!
|They came rather close.|
|Later, Bubba and Dean stopped by just to see us!|
|Bubba asked me in and I was happy to oblige.|
|Then it was time for fire-roasted steak.|
|By evening, the day's business finally caught up to some of us.|