A couple weeks ago we stayed for a week in a camp on Cossayuna Lake. It's a pretty little lake and a pretty little cabin. Here are just four of the many photos I took:
The dog (Savannah) was begging for my breakfast and my nephew was sneaking up on her soft, grabbable ears. I distracted him enough to capture this sweet shot.The only activity most of us felt like doing was floating or boating, since there was a vast amount of plant life waiting to drag us down to the fishes.
This is Branch. The story of his name goes thus:
I go out to quiet Savannah, who had been barking incessantly for a good half hour already. I find her detached from her cable and sniffing at something on the lawn chair. As I come closer I realize that it's a little bird. The animals' mental exchange seemed to go something like this (picture Garfield-style thought bubbles here):
Savannah: *Sniff* "Move so I can chase you!" (Nudges bird with nose, barks at it.)
Branch: "I'mabranch!I'mabranch!" *Stays still*
Savannah: "Whatever, I know you're there! I can smell you." *BARK*
Branch: "DON'TEATMEI'MABRANCH!!!"
At which point I save the poor thing from the scary monster. Bro-in-law tried to feed it some re-fried beans, to which it turned up its beak (pictured above). I don't know the end of its story, but I hope it wasn't eternally traumatized by playful beagle nightmares.
My nephew LOVES WATER. He went for his first-ever swim on this trip and enjoyed every moment of it. So did those of us who got to watch him kick and splash incessantly.

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