Gary and I have been camping most of the summer. This week, for only the second time, we've had visitors.
The Battens came up from Illinois last Saturday, but they haven't been around the campground all that much. They take their canoe from one lake to another, looking for good fishing, which they can't find here at Laura Lake. Since they catch and release, we are not sure what the difference is, but they do and that is fine. When they aren't fishing they are trying to squeeze in as much of the Wisconsin experience as they can. Today, they are out looking at waterfalls.
Two days ago they went to Florence, at our suggestion, where they looked at the nature center, the county courthouse, and a few other places. They stopped at the bakery, too, and last night treated us to blueberry cobbler and ice cream.
Today, while we were off someplace, Gary's old boss at the Menard's home improvement store stopped by. He wrote his name at the edge of the lake. We were sorry to miss him, but found his message in the sand amusing.
In the afternoon, Gary's sister Kathe and her boyfriend Bill were here. We hiked over to the bog. At least Kathe and I did. Part of the way over there, Bill was tired and his hip was hurting. Just then Gary canoed over in a rescue mission and took Bill back to the campsite.
Kathe and I finished the hike. She and I are descended from hearty pioneer stock. We “bash on”.
The Battens are still gone and so are all other visitors. Quiet descends on Laura Lake once again.
It's just us and the chipmunks.
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