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| Fric and Frac: Happy Campers |
After a short hiatus, Fric and Frac are back in service. Our long trip concluded at five months and for that we are grateful. The interruption began with my sister's untimely death, followed by Nora's merciful passing. Since then, we've been around home trying to find a rhythm in this unsettled spring. We decided to introduce our grand daughters to the joy of camping. We've begun with an overnight adventure which included a hike along the lake and out on the boardwalk, binoculars in hand, and eyes peeled for birds. We had a fire, roasted hot dogs, and smores (Of course). We snuggled in the trailer for a movie before sleeping soundly in the dark forest night. In the morning, we had huckleberry pancakes, sausages, and hot chocolate around fire. Then we went looking for the frogs but couldn't see anything except their bubbles. The girls and I walked down to the lake and out onto the docks. Emily writes, "My favorite part was helping Popops stir the fire and being with Mimi and Popops. Sarah chimes in with, "My favorite part was watching Frozen when Elsa throws off her gloves and cape." Mimi says she enjoyed watching the girls sit around the fire roasting dogs and mellows. She also liked the hike along the lakeshore trail. As for me (Popops), my favorite part was when Sarah tried to through her orange peel into the fire so it could burn. She missed everything, which she immediately turned into a win for herself by exclaiming with glee, "I missed the whole thing!" It reminded me instantly of my cousin Douglas' attitude (One well worth emulation) which makes everything wildly successful. In this world full of woeful joys, it's important to enjoy the wins we get, so for me life is good especially today.
Sarah spying the birds.
Emily spying the birds.
Emily Williams: Master Fire Steward
One Princess (Emily) ready for the movie.
The other Princess ready too.
Popops doing Tai Chi.
Yummy breakfast by the fire: Thin gruel for all.
Emily tending the fire.
Most of my favorite girls.
There they are again, spying the flock of Cormorants.
What's camping without a fire?
Standing on the dock o' the bay.
