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More Forest Adventures

We are back from camping again, loving our new camper that we acquired just a day or two before we left. DogSpot seemed to like sleeping under the stars in her crate as we didn't want her furriness inside with us and she is used to a crate even at home. She kept guard for any and all critters, notifying us each and every time a squirrel or chipmunk encroached upon our living space.

One of the more notable adventures we had was petting a live bobcat at Bobcat's Bait & Tackle shop where we stopped for some minnows. The owner keeps a male & a female as pets in his teeny back room apartment. That explained the overwhelming scent of cat pee when we entered.
We even used our fishing boat with its 9.8 horsepower motor to pull the kids on a little tube. That was a funny sight to see and we got lots of comments on how the boat buzzed around with them hanging off the back. DogSpot loves the boat probably more than any of the rest of us and she quickly hopped on whenever she saw we were going for a ride.
On the way home, we stopped at Natural Rock Bridge & Caves for a walk through some cool water and rock formations. Now we're home and I've got lots to do to like clean out the little refrigerator, wipe down the counters and floor....tents don't have that stuff. But I'm not complaining. I'm just getting things in order for our next trip on August 11. That's the adventure in a nutshell, so until next time...

Comments

w2wkb said…
How did you tow the boat and camper?
Rochelle said…
Cool! I'm glad you all had a great time & welcome back home!
Unknown said…
I see you guys are not letting this summer go to waste. Great pictures and so happy to see you're having great times in your new camper.
laurie said…
Sounds like you guys are having a great summer. Matt and I just got back from Arkansas and we brought two ponies back with us. We had an interesting time. Our oldest son Austin was just diagnosed with Lyme Menengitis. He is doing better now but has a long road of IV antibiotics. Sports are out for him for a while. Matt&Laurie Crocker
Anonymous said…
Looks like my kind of fun! Of course, we would need a bigger camper. :-)

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