The weekend camping extravaganza was much anticipated--imagining the sunsets on the lake, sitting by the fire, and consuming large quantities of s'mores. The latter two images are true; however, the rain and the wind would not quit, which contributed to my lack of catching fish. (I consider my two-hour attempt pretty honorable, alas, the professionals were more successful: Steven, Corey's 6-year-old cousin, caught six in a matter of a few hours, Brian caught a 10 lb. walleye, and even Tugger the dog had a catch, although unfortunately it was of himself (he's fine now).
Lots of reading and eating ensued, but not a lot of beauty maintenance. I came home and decided that maybe make-up and hair wasn't neccessary...CB thought the granola of the Northwoods had gone to my head, but I am slowly returning to my normal self.
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