You know how it is. One last time as a free man in the Sierras.
Things get dicey after August 8th...for us all. Then in September...the walls really start closing in.
Hang in there, hang together, pray daily.
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After we arrived and ate, we stopped by the beach and immediately some clouds appeared and a gentle, healing rain washed over the little beach for just long enough to blast away the long drive and rejuvenate us. It was amazing. And there I am, standing in the rain, feet wet, arms and face to sky...what must the tourists think?
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The Pines
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Das Fro at the cove. A favorite anchorage for swimming and boogie surfing.
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Rake Hide. South Shore.
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Rake Hide, upper right.
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Road 222, south shore
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A few days in the sun and water
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Bro and Son, Matt driving
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Saying good bye to a much loved home of 30 years this summer, Bass Lake and Wishon Point. Thanks Dad...thanks for everything. You made all good things possible.
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