summer solstice

The blue quilt is on the bed, summertime. Our 1886 house was originally a beach cottage, and I'm telling myself I'm spending the summer at the beach and if I want to lazily read books sitting in the backyard that's okay.

Dashiell doesn't read books (that I know of) but he likes to relax on the porch.

walking familar paths

The mountain was kind to us and let us setup camp before showers, thunder, and lightning arrived. The fish rose to the fly and the campground was quiet. Below a fish consumes the tasty ant.

Walking around Manzanita Lake the last night was magical.

The tent only loop proved to be a good hideout from the RV's with their generators. And the softserve swirls were as good as ever. Lassen National Park we'll return, laden with quarters to use the coin operated showers.