This little fellow was a frequent visitor at our campsite.
Heading out to do some fishing.
Just look at the concentration on his face.
Lookie there! A walleye.
Back at camp a flowering weed growing in the brush. 
We had a good time for the most part. It was too hot, too windy, and too crowded. We would have had a much better time if Sir Pukes Alot and his band of Foul-mouthed Fellows hadn't been parked next to us. At one point DH went and told them to get quiet. Oh well. Mom and I got a bunch of bird watching done and lots of visiting. We both read until we ran out of books. Tragic!
We're glad to be home.
