…But just barely. Camping was hard and beautiful and itchy and wonderful all at once. The 4 hours of canoing to our campsite island was probably the hardest part. The wild berry foraging was very good. I gleaned some new bits of knowledge about growing blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries from the experience.
I have lots to share but also lots of email to attend to. More soon when I get it together.
The above photos were taken from the farthest outcropping of rocks from our campsite. What I’ve assembled is a bit confusing, vaguely representing a 360 view from that rock. Our campsite is hidden in this photo but was located to the right of the middle trees.