July 20 to 22
While camping at the Red Feather Lakes two weeks ago, Matilda's fridge and water heater stopped working. We brought her to the dealership so she could get the TLC that she'd require. She mended very well and was raring to go gallivanting again by Thursday, the 19th.
We headed to State Forest State Park the next day and arrived around 3.30 PM. After setting up, the rain started to pour albeit for a short time, just enough to cool us down.
Hundreds of tree stumps are scattered all over the campground presumably decimated by pine beetles. Pete and I could only imagine how much more shaded and private the sites used to be. Be that as it may, we had a grand time exploring the area.
While camping at the Red Feather Lakes two weeks ago, Matilda's fridge and water heater stopped working. We brought her to the dealership so she could get the TLC that she'd require. She mended very well and was raring to go gallivanting again by Thursday, the 19th.
We headed to State Forest State Park the next day and arrived around 3.30 PM. After setting up, the rain started to pour albeit for a short time, just enough to cool us down.
Hundreds of tree stumps are scattered all over the campground presumably decimated by pine beetles. Pete and I could only imagine how much more shaded and private the sites used to be. Be that as it may, we had a grand time exploring the area.
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| It's raining ... it's pouring ... |
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| And just like that, it cleared up. |
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| At the North Michigan Reservoir |
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| Sleepyheads |
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| I wish my sister were with me to pick some wild raspberries for confiture. |
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| Chickaree (pine squirrel) warned Brontë to scram with its loud screech. |
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| Purple Finch |
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