There is one last photo essay on my website about my camping adventure. You can read it here.
They arrived about 4:30 on my third night while I was sitting on “my patio” above the river with my wine and cheese appetizer reading: the husband on the backside of 70, the wife with her very clean artificially straightened long hair, the pregnant daughter with her sweatshirt reading “Camping Sweatshirt,” the small dog.
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