|The road into the camp after a late snow storm in May. The weight of |
the wet snow bent the hardwoods well over the road.
One memory that sticks out was a weekend my brother and I were to take a Scout Troop. It was a weekend in May and we were hoping to take the Scouts on an early season fishing trip. As it turned out there was a severe snow storm that weekend and the roads were in bad shape. As responsible leaders my brother and I had to cancel the camping trip. He and I though headed in and spent a night anyways, just he and I and the heavy, melting snow. It was a simple but memorable night.
For this more recent trip there was no snow but plenty more memories. The plan was to arrive Saturday afternoon and do some fishing. My son and I packed a cooler, some sleeping bags, and some fishing gear into the truck. He was excited to go but was playing it cool and was behaving very grown up. My wife was having a hard time as this was to be his first overnight camping trip with the "guys." She had tears in her eyes as we pulled out the driveway, but I'm certain they were tears of pride. We had lunch at the camp and then my Dad, brother, his two boys, my son, and I headed to find some water to wet a line in.
|Seth spent more time exploring than he did fishing.|
|Sitting on the step at the camp we posed for a timed portrait.|