EEYORE TAKES A WALK

Sometime after we wished Matt farewell, Matt, David, Rachel and I went camping.  On the way there I determined that a milkshake would really hit the spot, and bingo! There was the Dairy Keen with perfect milkshakes for all.  I am a milkshake conjurer!

I was not quite as good at the instant conjuring of the perfect campsite. It took us a while, bumping over dirt roads in Telemachus, Rachel and David's Volvo wagon, to find it. First there was the site in the state park that was over-civilized. Then there was the perfect spot, five miles up a bumpy dirt track, but it was occupied by about 200 Mormons, reenacting the pioneer experience.  We had to turn around.

And then we found a lovely campsite beside the creek.

David, scout leader extraordinaire, built a leaf-stick boat.

It was a swift little ship, but it tipped over.

I call this my Winnie-the-Pooh shot.

The next day we looked for a good hike, but found a lot of watercress and a brief paved trail through some strangely terraced wetlands.

Such a lovely time, though.

And on our way back to town we saw the pioneers again. I took this one out the window as we drove past. The kids looked miserable, but one of the adults even waved at us. Handcarts away!