"Go camping." they said.  "It will be fun." they said.

Really, when Amy and Eric asked us to join them camping on Rainy Lake for a long weekend in July, no one thought we would go.   Apparently, they had the misconception that I didn't like camping.  Now, how could I not like camping when I had never been camping???  

We checked our calendar, and wrote in down in pen.  We were going camping, in the woods, on an island, with a tent.  Now, we just needed a tent...

In typical Prose fashion, we decided to extend the trip and leave a day earlier.  This day would be used to check out the Bemidji scene - including Paul Bunyan, the Mississippi River headwaters and the local brewery.

 The following day, we loaded up our boat (Thanks, Dad!!).  It was questionable at times, but it didn't sink under the weight of all our gear.  We slugged though the water to reach our very own island.  It was beautiful.  The next few days were filled with everyone doing exactly what they love - reading and fishing and swimming and reading and fishing and exploring and reading and fishing and playing cards and reading and fishing and taking pictures of sunsets.  Honestly, it was the most perfect camping trip I have ever been on.😊