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Camp was great; incredible sunrises, lots of birds, interesting fish, and peace. 

Quiet. Just the sounds of wind and water, birds singing and fish jumping....only a few motor boats...hardly enough to mention.

Calm. It is easy to be calm at the lake.

Basswood flowers

We had tons of company, but they were people we wait all year to see and talk to....very sweet and good. 

The weather was strange. Beyond strange. It got so cold we wore all the heavy clothes we brought along just in case...and could have used some more.

However, there was a basswood tree draped over the roof of the cabin, with mops of blooms, fragrant as the honey the humming bees were making of it. All the basswood trees in the forest were in bloom at the same time. It smelled so good!

I saw a garter snake under the cabin that had blue stripes on its back. I had heard of them, but had sure never seen one before. Was pretty excited by same.

Our boy came up the last two days, thus never a dull moment ensued. He took me out trolling....rowing btw...for bass with his fly rod. When he hooked onto one with that light tackle, yowsa!! What excitement! It was really a lot of fun and I wished for more days with which to partake.

Now we are home with gardens full of weeds to tend to, as well as the first peas and beans and squash and garlic to dig an onions to freeze.

It's all good.