On Friday afternoon the parents and the sisters came for supper and retrieved their kidlets and siblings. ..
and we were alone. .
for a little while.
On Saturday evening after supper ..
Tim and Flo our "old" camping friends showed up at camp.
They had the good sense to pack their jammies and so they stayed the night.
We had camped together with our children for so many years we lost count.
We remembered that Stuart was left home with his grammie and grampa the first year . .
but showed up on camping pictures when he was two. .
and then we camped together almost every summer until we bought the farm.. . literally.
By then. . our kids were mid teens and wanted to stay home . .
and so it fizzled out.
We pulled out our old Rook book ..
and spent time reading through the scores and through the reasons we had been together. .
and I smiled at the notion that my extent of documenting through those years was on a Rook score book.
Flo and I visited. ..and the boys visited. .
and we walked and ate and made meals together . .
and then it ended all too shortly and on Sunday night. .they headed home. . .
and we were alone. .again. .for awhile.
All for now. .