Where did the summer go? Camp is so quiet we heard wolves howl last night. The bears are moving in to take over their turf and…
…the aspen leaves are turning to gold coins.
I finally had time to learn how to drive a four-wheeler. We took a little spin down a forest service road to a nearby creek the other evening after we helped paint some doors and close up cabins.
If DH was holding a pitch fork here we could stand in for a new version of American Gothic.
Our son-in-law, along with our daughter and grandson, came to help us haul out our camp trailer before it gets so cold things start freezing up. We live close enough we can come back to camp a few more times to help with the final winterizing.
Our home away from home moves off out of the forest…
…and down farm roads to spend the winter sitting in our back yard. If things go as planned we’ll get to spend next summer with another collection of campers.