Vacation

Had to get away. As you can see by this photo of Hannah next to The Laden Jar.

Was it the best vacation ever? Well, just possibly. I’m tired, sore and very content. The weather was absolutely perfect, sunny and warm in the days, refreshingly cool in the nights. We climbed a mountain, counted deer, splashed around a waterpark, and took pictures of sunsets. I got in a few road rides and knocked my wife’s mountainish bike around the rough roads of the campground. We got a bunch of little girls into paddling. We failed to make smores because I really just don’t like campfires, but discovered that the main lodge of the campground had endless hot chocolate and skee ball. I met the nicest highway flagman on earth, who let me sail my bike through a long, narrow workzone and held back the cars until I was through — and I’d have brought him back a donut from the Eagle Bay donut shop but I decided to avoid that mess and take the south shore road home.

And we came home in a truck that smelled just awful — a sign of a good camping trip.