The wildflowers were in full bloom this weekend. What is normally a quiet campground because a regular ol' highway of wildflower seekers. We didn't mind too much.
Hubby, of course, managed to sneak in a bit of fly fishing. He didn't catch much using a fly called "angel voices" (aka the shrieking of our children splashing in the water) but he had fun trying.
Now the worst part of it all...unpacking and cleaning up. Doesn't help that we did have power all morning. What up with that? It was perfectly clear and sunny outside. It's happened quite often since we moved here. Whatever.