Saturday morning post breakfast. The game of 31 is already going.
A lone Corona warms in the sun. Its contents eagerly awaiting consumption. Did I mention that I had another flat tire? Friday morning my right front was down about halfway. Had a screw in it. What a great weekend.
Skeets patiently waits for his next turn. Its not a hard game. Pick a card, throw a card. Let's keep it moving.
The cliff wall across from camp.
The road to Utica.
Its the easiest way really.
Relaxing by the afternoon campfire. Dan is getting ready to cut the tenderloin.