September 02, 2013

View from the dock

My father arrives at the dock

The family gathered, as we always do, at my parents' camp for Labor Day weekend. Saturday was mostly overcast, with intermittent rain showers, and we spent the day sitting by the fire. But Sunday, we woke up to sunshine — and the smell of the blueberry pancakes my mother was making.

 Here's my Dad, coming in from his morning trip out to the river.


Cindy said...


Anonymous said...

We were on our river too, and with the same basic weather! I saw, for the first time in my 46 years, an American Bittern as it ascended not 12 feet in front of our canoe. I hope it headed southward to your part of the freshwater ecosystem.

Desert Safari said...

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