This was the view. Front row fishing.
My little buddy unpacks the camper. He loved every bit of this campout.
I think I packed more than usual this time, it took hours to set up, must get more basic like Ruckman.
Me and the boys cooking and doing smores. Well, my little one just liked burning the marshmallows, but that is OK, I was a pryo maniac when I was young too.
We cooked up a mess of vittles, my wife is a great cook anywhere, I have a tendency to just heat a can of Ravioli ala Boy Scout training.
Nothing like a pop top.
Temps dropped to the low 30's, not horrible but I didn't pack a lot of cold weather stuff. It was cold, period and the wind was howling, but the next day it was great. Next day was the fishing day!
I call this my Opie shot. Short walk to the fishing pier.
Only caught two fish, but they were decent bluegill. And no, we did not eat them, really I hate fish myself. We had a great time even if we were not in the middle of pristine woods ya'll have in the PNW chapter. I take what I can get. Now I have to find a new place, this place is getting old, but they have lots to do in the summer for kids, so we will be back.
