Dock work

After picking some huckleberries (they are hard to find this year), we went to the lake where we’ve come camping for almost 40 years. The plan was to have lunch, and swim again...only to find out that we had left the lunch back at the camp trailer.
After the initial disappointment, and blaming each other, we decided to swim anyway. John was doing some repairs to the “dock” he had constructed years ago. The water was wonderful, the air hazy from the fires. It was nice even on an empty stomach.