We headed up to the Basin for the annual Searle family reunion. Zak and Austin came with us.
We got up there mid-afternoon. We set up camp and just hung out, Chessie chased every stick thrown, and we are talking huuuuuge sticks, she was in turbo mode. As usual, burgers taste better when eaten outside. We got the campfire going before dark and hung around for awhile before turning in.
Zak and Austin took off early to go down to Jones Hole to fish and hike. We went to the pond to let the doggy play in the water. Hoss joined us from Raymond and Tina’s camp. In mid-afternoon, the boys returned, no fish, but they had a good time and saw lots of animals. We hung around camp until time to go to the pavillion for dinner. After dinner, Rod and Judy joined us at the campfire to watch a beautiful sunset and make s’mores.
This was the day when all the activities occurred. We had our big breakfast (bacon, eggs, pancakes, fruit & cream) then Dave, Zak and Austin went to the shootout. I took the items over to the pavillion for the raffle then cleaned up the trailer. Austin won 2nd place in the shootout, Brandon Ross won 1st. Zak won 15th. Once again it was mostly a Ross dominated shootout.
The raffle was fun as usual. After the raffle, people went to the pond to kayak and canoe. Our dog, of course, joined them. After she had been swimming for about an hour and a half, Dave went down and got her out and put a life jacket on her. She swam a while more then he got her out and brought her back to our place. She jumped out of the truck the minute it stopped and ran full speed back to the pond. We, of course, just let her go.
During the afternoon, Zak and Austin hit rocks with sticks. Zak struggled for a while but then finally was able to hit them again. The dog chased (and chased and chased) the rocks as they were hit. After dinner, we headed over to the Raymond Searle compound for games and companionship, then home at late-thirty to get some shut eye before we had to pack up and head home the next day.
All good things must end. We cleaned up camp, said our goodbyes to other camps and left the travel trailer there so Dave and the dog could go back later in the week and headed back to civilization. Three bucks bucks stood on top of a hill to say goodbye as we were leaving. When we stopped for a late lunch at Dutch John, Zak groaned and said “I have to do grown man stuff when I get home.” He used to get to go camping and get to come home and take a nap afterwards. The worst part about going off the grid is coming back on.