Morning Fawns

We had guests stop by this morning as we finished our morning coffee.  It's quite cloudy making it difficult to get correct lighting, and I also wish I would have had my longer lens on the camera.  Reaching the end of the summer, the fawns are growing and soon their spots will all be faded.  Until then, we sure enjoy seeing them.

 

We are blessed to live in such a wonderful spot!

An Undisclosed Location

Early this week, Bill and I decided it was time to unplug from the world and head off to an "undisclosed location".  That spot isn't exactly a secret spot, as most times the camper leaves and particularly if the boat goes along also, we are headed to our favorite camp spot in the Hills - Sheridan Lake.

Not exactly what Casey thinks camping should be.  Never fear, the rain didn't last to long and back to the lake she went.

First morning.  The steam was quite pretty coming off the lake.

Been two years since the boat was out....it was PAST time!

Captain Casey at the helm.

What's a camping trip without an awesome white-man fire?

We camped next to a young family that is stationed at the base.  Took them out on the boat so they could catch their first perch, and the girls had their first kayak rides.  Didn't take long for them to get it figured out and motor around in the cove like they were pros!

Good times - Fun times.

Shall we say a good time was had by all?

Has it REALLY Been........

Can you believe it?  It's been 15 years since Bill and I said "I do"..... What a ride we've had together.  Best friends.  Closer than ever.  Better partners than ever.  Lovin' life more and more everyday.  Yep, I'd call this marriage a success! 

Pretty happy we are....Indeed!

I Be "Phamous"

Lookey what hit the Meade County Times last week.


(You'll have to click on the link below.)
http://rapidcityjournal.com/mct-rallyready-jpg/image_07f18206-022e-564d-9b99-1067f5b2bc80.html


Who knew working Rally could give someone a high profile!

He Was a Great Man

One week ago today I had the honor to ride my motorcycle as my siblings and I escorted my Dad on his last 'ride' through town as we laid him to rest after fighting a tenacious fight against cancer.  Dad was a fighter as he fought that horrible disease off and on since the early '90's.  Those of us left will remember him as a kind and giving man - having never met a stranger in his life, always willing to share and teach his many talents to anyone interested, taking care of his neighborhood, but mostly as a great example.  An example of a great spouse, caring friend, humanitarian beyond words.  I learned my love of the great outdoors from him, how to teach that love from him, and the importance of paying it forward by ensuring the traditions are continued not only with those my own age, but to ensure our youth have the opportunity to gain my same passions.

A tribute video to the man I called "Dad" - a little long, but the best I could do.

Craig on Dad's 400 (windshielded bike), Bruce on Dad's beloved "Goldie" (just to the right front of Sarah), Sarah on one enduro, and Joy on Dad's other enduro with Connie bringing up the rear on her Harley as we leave for that final ride.  Photo courtesy Brittani O'Banion.