We pulled into our camping spot about six. The heavy clouds lifted and the full day of misty rain evaporated, right on cue. Momo was exceedingly glad to be out of the car. Dan loped off toward the lake. WFS & I set up the camp. Dan returned with wild flowers for the table.
The cocktail hour was resplendent( don't you love that tacky overused word)with cantelope, prosciutto and a dazzling Bordeaux Blanc. In an instant, we were civilized!
Dan built an amazing fire( everything was drenched) and we had a great dinner of chili, cheese and wine.
We decided we would take a long stroll along the lakeshore. The lake was pristine. In the distance were swans. Swans. Graceful, gorgeous swans. The last light was fading as we climbed the hill back up to our camp.
The guys poured another glass of wine and I cleaned the dishes( do not repeat this, my equality stand will be compromised)...
We sat by the fire listening to the sounds of night, marveling in the magic of escape.
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