Our week-long family vacation to the High Sierra is over, but we have lots of great memories to hold on to for the next year until it's time to go again.
The camp counselors, most of whom are college undergrads or just-graduated grads, were routinely friendly, energetic, and upbeat:
I bet any kid would love to have this guy as a counselor. He just LOOKS fun, before he says a word.
The scenery, thanks in part to a snowpack 400 percent of normal, was fantastic.
I loved the sound of rushing, trickling water, nearly everywhere we turned:
We marveled at the snowfields as they popped against the blue sky and gray granite mountains:
Most days, one or more of us was out on the lake, enjoying the kayaking, canoeing, and sailing:
I loved my photography class...
And we all attended the multi-generational singalong...
Every twilight brought us outside to admire the view...
And one night there was a special campfire...
With marshmallow roasting...
and S'Mores.
The 21-and-up crowd enjoyed a beer tasting...
and cocktails on the porch, every evening.
The younger ones played almost constant games of volleyball...
and basketball...
LOTS of basketball...
Goodbye for now, dear lake and mountains.
We will come back to you next year.
And love you all over again.
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