Trailer down to the lake with the dogs
A buck was working over the lawn when I looked out — head down in the clover, not bothered by anything. He got the yard to himself for a while.
Then we hitched the WoollyBear to the Jeep and took it down to the south shore, popped the tent up in the pines. The dogs claimed the one bed between them, both curled into it on the rug, and stayed that way most of the afternoon.
Walked out to the beach as it got dark. Clouds sat low on the mountains across the water and the lights on the far shore were just coming on. When we came back down in daylight the clouds had broken up and the lake was that deep blue it only gets with a little wind on it. Two buoys out past the swim line, nobody in the water.