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| Mrs. Drouin's raking therapy |
Three nights on the "Joe" with Ed and Deb Drouin: lounging, eating, hiking, berry picking, more lounging and more eating. Did I mention drinking. The weather was perfect, the company exquisite, and a good time was had by all. We arrived about three in the afternoon, and lucked into a prime spot in Cronrad's Crossing, which was great because there was a stage one fire restriction, which meant fires in established fire rings only. No fires allowed in rock rings. There are two other sites in lower Conrad. We found ourselves with company, but in a site that kept us removed from others. It was quite pleasant. Frac was parked on pavement that was nearly flat, and we had an expansive beach front. The surrounding trees provided shade throughout the day, although we picked huckleberries the first day, and took a hike the second. Our camp time came mostly in the form of cocktail hour before and during dinner. As is our custom, we were able to claim once again that "Life is truly good, especially today."
Cocktail hour.
Of course, the Wily Cager tried her tricks on me every morning.
Mrs. Drouin had her ceremonial lighting of the lamp.
And we ate well. This is poached egg in tomato sauce over crusty garlic bread. We suffered through huckleberry pancakes the next morning.
The lounge.
The view.
The siesta.
The camp babes.
The artist at work.
Mrs. Drouin serving a dinner of pork, corn salad, quinoa, and bread.
We had to work off last night's dinner.
Quite a rugged and bushy trail that followed a creek.
Extreme fire danger, though the beauty belies the concern.
Fly fisherman heaven.
Selfie of the day.
Nature loving Drouins'
My Bunny with her natural hair ornament.
The girls.
The cooking fire.
Ham and bread for the chef salad.
Frac tucked neatly on the shadowy hill.
