Those of you who camp over the fourth (or any other holiday) are aware of what I am saying. Our family has had its last "Dodge City" experience where the natives, locals and newcomers are having the time of their respective lives at the expense of all of us plain ol' campers who go to bed at 10:30 expecting to sleep. No more "MY NAME IS STANLEY" shouted thru the trees at 2 AM. No more port-a-potties drug thru the campground. No more rifle shots (fire crackers are for kids) at assundry times thru the night. No more cops driving thru the camp with sirens blaring. No more... we say! So we went home on Friday... the 3rd and slept well on the 4th.
Lake Almanor
Darryl, Jo, Angelee and Charlee on the rented pontoon... eating Hot Tamales and having a great time.
Sam with his new camera.
My baby boy is so cute, don't you think? The water at Lake Almanor was kinda cold... so I was told. I wouldn't actually know. We all had to wear life jackets so Joshie would wear his.
1 comment:
good memories. you forgot to mention the football game in the middle of the night.
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