Recovery ....

I'm not talking about a 12 step program to recovery from ... you know drugs or alcohol...

this

would have to be recovery from vacation. 

I know boo hoo ....

but Rock Creek kicks your butt.

That camping stuff is hard work.

I was barely recovering from the June trip when I found myself on my way back up

with the Rush's ...

and boy was it a great trip. 

Kristi took tons of pictures so

you can check them out on her blog. 

The kids were great, the fishing fantastic and

the weather a bit on the chilly side 

...we were

so busy we almost ran out of time to eat one night. 

How does something like that happen?

I did spend the night

in my motor home "all alone"

one night. 

That is something I have never done before

and it was kind of an adventure (albeit a small one) 

Before Tim dropped me off he courteously mentioned

that he hoped I wouldn't be visited by bears

during the night and that did make me think. 

I slept like a baby however and didn't give it a second thought until Kristi knocked on my door next morning.  I peeked out and she was there with her coffee and gleam in her eye that said....when are we going to start fishing? 

She asked, since I peeked out, if I thought she was a bear.....I said no but the real answer was...........maybe.

So I will leave you with one picture

since a post isn't a post without a picture.

This is one of my favorite
adventures from the trip

and I guess I need one of us

and last but not least the visitor I had

on my evening alone.

Tall, dark and a lot of fun

Until my next vacation...