Dreaming of camping

  Rolling the hands of time back, back to the warmer months of August, at a time when the Brandenburdetts went to explore Heron Lake. Yes, it takes me this long to get my act together to post a blog entry.

 While Paloma rigs the raft I attempt to wear Semilla down with perpetual stick throwing in the lake.

We journeyed across the lake to a road-less area so we could escape the weekend crowds and have a portion of the lake all to ourselves. The motion of the boat and the repetitive sounds of the oars has a relaxing quality to it as evident by the passengers. 

 At last we arrived and set up our little camp. This was to be our home for the next three days.

 Paloma set to work building a fire pit and gathering wood.

 Our evening were calm and peaceful...

 ...and our mornings were cozy all piled into the tent.

 We spent the days puttering around the lake,

relaxing,

 exploring the lake side,

 hiking to interesting destinations,

 (did I mention the rocking of the boat had relaxing qualities to it?)

 We organizing sticks and logs to resemble houses which we could all occupy.

 oh, and swimming too,

 and flying kites!

 The whole adventure tuckered Paloma out...or maybe it was just the motion of the boat on the water.