Monday, July 25, 2011

 

Vendors

Would you buy ice cream from a shady pair like this?


Thursday, July 21, 2011

 

Return to Cliffside Lake


Once upon a time (over three decades ago...) little Flemings camped and played at Cliffside Lake outside Highlands, NC. Since then the camping area has been converted to picnic spots but the lake is still open for swimming. Camping is now available at Van Hook Glade and a trail connects the two areas.







We took advantage of the proximity to Highlands to camp for the weekend before dropping Sam off at The Mountain for his first week of sleep away camp.



And once again, in the new millennium, little Flemings were back at play in Cliffside Lake.


We were also joined by our friends, the Hattaways, who were celebrating their youngest daughter's sixth birthday. Her mom is starting a photography business and took some birthday pictures at the lake. They look a lot better than mine and she's posted them to her blog.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

 

On the shore of Green Bay

The sparkler man is off in Door County and enjoying spectacular sunsets from the dock of their rental house. Sailing camp is also a hit. He thinks he'll be sailing solo by the end of the week and ready for a solo attempt around the world shortly after that.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

 

Bagel Buddy


Wednesday, July 13, 2011

 

Parade ready

For the neighborhood Fourth of July parade. Mom was at work and Sam was at the Nature Center so it was up to three of us to be patriotic on the family's behalf.



 

Off to the Mountain

We dropped Sam Sunday for his first week of sleep away camp at The Mountain. We took a little tour while he was getting settled in and when we got back and suggested that we could stay for lunch he shooed us out the door. We're looking forward to getting his thoughts on the week when we pick him up on Friday.Link


Friday, July 08, 2011

 

Farewell to the Mop

Sam consented to a hair cut at last. Off to sleep away camp & then WI with his new do. He insists his name is Bill & we picked up the wrong boy from the barber.


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