I stirred around 7, and not long after, Harley was up too. I suggested she settle back down—she humored me for about two minutes before deciding a bathroom break was in order. Out we went, then back to her kennel while I crawled under the covers and scrolled Instagram in peace.
Just as we were heading out with Harley for a walk, Doug rolled in. We pivoted heading back to help him back in and set up, then settled in for a couple of hours of laughs. S manned the BBQ for smokies, which paired perfectly with the chips and salsa I’d brought out for our lunch.
Doug headed back to the Hat at 2:30, leaving me with my book and S with his lounger for an afternoon nap. Harley joined the napping club on the mat, and I eventually dozed off too. Once awake, we took a leisurely hour-long walk down to dog beach before heading back to camp.
S got a fire going while I threw together a KD goulash using the burger I’d thawed for zucchini boats yesterday—right up S’s culinary alley. After dishes, we tried our hand at the axe game as thunder rolled somewhere to the south.
The Stouts pulled in before 7 with their trailer and boat with his restored old Chevy, and once they were set up, we enjoyed a long campfire chat. They headed in around 10, and we wrapped the night with some Netflix in bed.









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