We went camping again yesterday afternoon. Just can't get enough of this astounding summer sunshine. This time, I made a little tent over the bed of my pickup, Bluebird, and slept there on the super-nice inflatable foam pad my Dad gave me last time I visited in Denver.
|Bluebird as a gypsy caravan.|
|The first thing I saw when I woke up this morning.|
|Well, maybe this was the first thing. Curled up in my down sleeping bag with my cozy dog I stayed toasty even though the night was cool.|
Once the others woke up and coffee and breakfast were over, we took a long walk on the beach.
|A small lichen or fungus clings tenaciously to a drift log.|
|O. went through the log...|
|...while his mother, K. went over.|
|A drift log spirit.|
|Flossy did not want to come home and neither did I but alas, it is a work day tomorrow!|
Hope your week end was as refreshing as camping in Alaska. See you Wednesday!