We were very hopeful that we could spend an entire weekend out in the woods, but Sandra was sick and we decided to go home early. Good thing we did. That night she was decorating our furniture with her pre-digested food.
Looking out at the beach and river during the day.
Same view as above, but at dusk. Notice a little girl watching the sunset? Just to the right of Katy is Sandy in her kiddy backpack. Like two little old ladies, chewing the fat.
We find our subject quite at home in this rugged habitat. His next ritual will be to mark his territory by means considered primal.
"Why doesn't anyone give me a drink? I thirsty! Doesn't anyone care about the baby?!"
Wanted: potato chip thief last seen in beach disguise.