Hunting Camp
July 30, 2020We escaped for a few days to upstate New York. Mark’s great uncle built a hunting camp there decades ago, a little structure with bunks enough to sleep 12 men.
We slept in the truck, stacked some wood (I think I carried two wheelbarrow loads and left the rest to the boys—I was promised a vacation!), walked the trails, listened to stories, and drove around looking at land for sale. With any luck, Mark’s Dad will have a spot of his own here sometime in the next year or two.
Highway rails were jumped, moose were spotted, beers were had. It was hot like July should be.