Friday we drove up Highway 101, deep into the mountains and woods.
Arrived at camp, unpacked and all that, and then began dinner preparation.
These are the shuckers. A very excellent team.
Saturday we headed out, North. Up 101 to the Honeydew turnoff, head West.
Note: it is a loooong, winding road.
Up mountains, around mountains, and up some more mountains.
"Wait! Papa! I want to see if there is a lid!"
And we are going to the bottom.
(this does not do justice to how far down it is)
Crossing the Mattole River.
Bandits at the picnic.
Cousin Tim. Sister Rosalie.
Grandma Annie's little brother.
Uncle Bruce's Great-great Grand Daughter.
I have to capture that!
It looks like you're having fingers for lunch.
Rebekah's lunch on Papa's arm.
That's Aunt Cleo's famous berry salad.
It was REALLY windy.
And this is one of the reasons we love Papa:
He is very patient.
The Gypsy Cobb.
She is celebrating her 80th birthday!
I am not joking.
Cousin Joyce's daughter, Cindy.
Mary riding Ruby.
Girls on horses.
They just can't get enough of themselves!
Home again, home again.
Over the mountain.
Whoops! A pothole in a shady spot.
Are you kidding?
You're taking pictures?
Isn't anybody upset?
I am not upset.
Look! Papa knows how to do this.
We are safe.
Found the jack parts in all the places that they're hidden.
Mary found the jack under the back seat.
Back to camp.
All day Sunday.
The Eel River.
And the baby Corn Tiger.
And many, many photos.
Pennyroyal mosquito repellent.
Nonnie and Papa and their Pennyroyal.
Thank you, N2.
For your generosity.
For your friendship.