Labor Day Weekend

Mary and I aren't much for spontaneity. Last minute plans usually make us a little queasy. When David called and asked if we wanted to spend a night at Willard Bay Campground, the proximity shot most of the emotional barriers.

So off we went to the mosquito breeding capital of the county to make sure those poor little pests had enough food for the winter. I'd saved up extra blood just to make sure they'd have enough.

Here's the thing about camping with David: he plans everything and does all the work. He did the shopping - he set up camp - he brought mosquito foggers - he even brought a portable shelter. Is it any wonder that by the next morning the guy was exhausted.

(Thanks Dave)


Willard Bay - Por do sol





Badminton







Tossing the old pigskin






Hobo Dinners







Breakfast was:
Cereal





Bananas




Cocoa



and cookies. Wait - who gave them cookies?



I can't smile until I've had a cup of joe



That's closer



Then after a short drive in the pick up truck,






we played on the beach.



























































mingled with a little creative body art






Poor David

09-06-09 Labor Day Camping