steamboat rock state park.
Oh Steamboat, you minx. Why do you have to be just so darn good? This was the year of all years…the lake was high, the mosquitoes few and the smoke from local fires gone. Newbies joined in on the fun. Wake surfing happened. BLs were consumed. SIGH. It was heaven. Our annual trip was shorter than usual, but we eeked out all sorts of fun and made too many memories to count. These sorts of yearly trips have become ingrained in me as of late. What started out as a little camping fun has now become the single most important trip for me. For my soul really. I want like 10 annual trips to look forward to 🙂 Care to join me?