My dad's girlfriend, Carol, and her family invited me to their family get-together. It was at one of Carol's sister's home in Stockholm, Wisconsin. Carol's family is always very kind and hospitable, so I accepted the invitation. As I was sitting on the river's edge watching the family swim, I noticed two boys, and their parents, downstream skipping stones. Since I had never actually skipped stones, I decided to go in the river and ask the boys for a lesson. The boys were hesitant at first, but the younger one gave me a flat rock and a lesson. I was able to skip two rocks before I decided to rejoin my dad on the sandy beach and let the boys hunt for the flat rocks without my interference. The day also brought a trip to a tiny cemetery, the sighting of a mom and her fawn (hopefully not the same mom I almost hit on the way back to Minneapolis), and a brief chance to follow (in my car) a low flying eagle... the perfect way to start summer vacation.
My dad's girlfriend, Carol, and her family invited me to their family get-together. It was at one of Carol's sister's home in Stockholm, Wisconsin. Carol's family is always very kind and hospitable, so I accepted the invitation. As I was sitting on the river's edge watching the family swim, I noticed two boys, and their parents, downstream skipping stones. Since I had never actually skipped stones, I decided to go in the river and ask the boys for a lesson. The boys were hesitant at first, but the younger one gave me a flat rock and a lesson. I was able to skip two rocks before I decided to rejoin my dad on the sandy beach and let the boys hunt for the flat rocks without my interference. The day also brought a trip to a tiny cemetery, the sighting of a mom and her fawn (hopefully not the same mom I almost hit on the way back to Minneapolis), and a brief chance to follow (in my car) a low flying eagle... the perfect way to start summer vacation.

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I should probably read in order.
This foto is cool as well.