On Saturday evening, the girls peer pressured me into rolling down a grassy hill. I spent the rest of the weekend recovering.
|Each "camp site" had it's own name. Lonestar was about a half mile (give or take) from the main lodge. Of course, neither Bill Pullman or his Winnebago were no where to be found.|
|Our camp site had platform tents, cots and indoor plumbing. Not exactly "primitive" camping but it worked out well.|
|Looking up through the branches of the live oak.|
|I'm not sure the name of this lake but it was very quiet and peaceful. The girls and I found deer and raccoon tracks along the water's edge.|
|Sad, lonely boat. I wanted to take it and give it a nice home...but Cyra said stealing is not the Girl Scout way. I tried to counter that the Girl Scouts weren't "using their resources wisely" but she didn't believe me.|
|More water craft stored for the winter in the boat house. I could have easily fit one on my car.|
|The pond by the main lodge. Directly behind me is the dreaded hill I was forced to roll down!|