Gone fishin'

Well, not really. I don't fish. But I wanted to put up a photo from last year's July vacation at my parents' camp, and I liked this one of Dandelion Niece. She's standing on the edge of an island in the Big River that Runs Between Two Countries. You can't see the rest of my extended family, but they are scattered about the island, some sprawled on the rock to soak up the sun, some splashing in the cold river water, some rooting through the ice chest to find food. The river is filled with islands of grey rock, more than a thousand islands altogether, and that's where we swim on sunny afternoons.

I won't be fishing this week up at camp, but I'll be canoeing through the marsh, sailing on the river, hiking through the woods, and swimming off islands like this one. Back at camp, we'll have games of bocce and horseshoes and frisbee golf. Boy in Black has decreed that we'll be playing Ultimate Frisbee every single day, and he is insisting that every person must play, although my parents keep saying they are content to be spectators. We'll have campfires at night and music, of course, depending on how many musical instruments can fit in the car when we pack.

In the midst of all the activity, I'll also have some quiet time to read and to write in my journal, to hang out in the hammock under the oak trees, and to take evening walks with my husband. Of course, living in a tent for a week means no computer access, but I'm likely to come home with stories. And a few photos, of course.



That's my father's sailboat at the dock.