Washing mud from freshly plucked carrots. On display is the yield of my in-law’s hard work in the community garden of Mandan. Apparently, there is a very discerning onion and cabbage thief on the loose who must be stopped. ;) I can’t tell you how much I love these stories. Keillor can’t match this reality. (at Camp Gilliss, Lake Washburn)

Washing mud from freshly plucked carrots. On display is the yield of my in-law’s hard work in the community garden of Mandan. Apparently, there is a very discerning onion and cabbage thief on the loose who must be stopped. ;) I can’t tell you how much I love these stories. Keillor can’t match this reality. (at Camp Gilliss, Lake Washburn)

No boat lift for our crappy old aluminum fishing boat? No problem. Just visit the local tractor supply shop for 16 pieces of galvanized 1-1/4” pipe (have them threaded), 8 T-connections, and some 2” PVC pipe for easy rolling. Lucian and Rainier are swelling with pride and it was an awfully fun project for the old man to do with his boys in an afternoon. I only wish @srgilliss were here; she loves this stuff! (at Camp Gilliss, Lake Washburn)

No boat lift for our crappy old aluminum fishing boat? No problem. Just visit the local tractor supply shop for 16 pieces of galvanized 1-1/4” pipe (have them threaded), 8 T-connections, and some 2” PVC pipe for easy rolling. Lucian and Rainier are swelling with pride and it was an awfully fun project for the old man to do with his boys in an afternoon. I only wish @srgilliss were here; she loves this stuff! (at Camp Gilliss, Lake Washburn)

Up in Grand Rapids today buying parts for a makeshift “lift” for our old fishing boat + decided to stop off and get the boys shorn. The joint was nasty but the barber was good people with a true love of animals. The place doubled as a kind of rescue shelter. With wounded old dogs and birds who liked to admire their reflections using hand mirrors. This is my oldest son, Lucian. The universal language of barbershop white walls. (at Pasties Plus)

Up in Grand Rapids today buying parts for a makeshift “lift” for our old fishing boat + decided to stop off and get the boys shorn. The joint was nasty but the barber was good people with a true love of animals. The place doubled as a kind of rescue shelter. With wounded old dogs and birds who liked to admire their reflections using hand mirrors. This is my oldest son, Lucian. The universal language of barbershop white walls. (at Pasties Plus)