The American Prairie, Part 2: Adventures in camping with a dog
The thing with the prairie is that there is very little shade. Cooling off in the grass with a drink of water. can I just say that I love hikes that provide snacks along the way? These raspberries were so sweet. They tasted like jam. No jamming required. Yes. The dog has a backpack. This toad posed for his picture then decided he needed to cool off. So Berteau licked him and then he hopped away to find a cooler place than the path to hang out. Steak, pototoes, peas, dog food, grahams and mallows for s'mores, cookwear and utensils. I like how the bug spray is also in this picture. It is a seasoning unique to camping. The mosquitoes finally started to get to Berteau. So he was sent to isolation in the tent. Which he was happy about. Not that I can blame him.
We cleaned up and then played cards and drank our contraband liquor until we were too tired to stay awake anymore. We vowed to wake each other up if we woke up in the middle of the night so we could go look at the stars but that didn't happen. We planned to get up real early so we could watch the sunrise before breakfast. That didn't happen either. I think we forgot to set an alarm. We did get up early enough to get in some canoeing before we headed out. Berteau kept sticking his head over the side to drink the water and turning around which lead me to sing a round of "Sit down, You're rocking the boat" from Guys and Dolls. He did eventually lay down and chill out and then glared at me every time I swtitched sides with my oar and dripped water on him. A house on and island in the middle of a lake with a bar right next door? Yes, please! The finger in the photo only adds authenticity. Sleeping in the car on the way home.