At the crack of dawn every morning I would wake up the Althea peering into my face and Dorie asking what we were eating for breakfast. My peaceful week was gone but was replaced with visits from super heroes, a trip to a festival and sighting of creatures rarely seen.
As we traveled the mountain roads we were lucky enough to see a young beaver eating fresh grass along the road way and upon turning around we watched him slide down the hill to his den. A couple of days later we saw a Chipmunk running back and forth across the road, thank goodness he made it!
Papa Frank and Dorie went fishing from the dock and she caught her first bass which she thought was rather stinky but she loved it and having her picture taken.