We took the row boat out for a spin, with momma at the oars. The dogs were pretty good until a chipmunk sighting on the shore--and even then reigned it in pretty well, seemingly aware that they shouldn't rock the boat. I really like boating and asked for many more boatrides after this initial Saturday morning excursion.


There were lots of musicians camping with us, so I got to fall asleep each night to the sounds of guitars, mandolins, banjos and many beautiful voices singing some of my all time favorites.


Reading by the fireside...
Singing songs on what I affectionately referred to as "Pirate's Island."
Painting on the beach...