We did a walk about around Bill's camp yesterday looking for storm damage. Everything is OK. I believe that this is the oldest camp on the lake.

Here's a picture of George trying to hitch a ride to the land that time forgot.

A lone goose at the dock. It let me walk right to it.

We have a robin building a nest outside of our observation window.

Nope, this isn't a winter scene. This was a rain/wind event about a half hour ago. Looking at Bedrock.

The point by the narrows.

I told you that green stuff is scary!

I remember Kita dragging a 10 foot branch home when he was a pup.

Take the pebble from my paw.

Retirement helps keep me calm.

Say what?

Sorry, Rachel.

Ommmmmm. Retirement and deep meditation helps.

Or it's called politics.