.Friday night, while walking back towards our campsite, a bonfire behind us cast a shadow of my grandson and me onto this little tent. I liked what I saw, so I stopped briefly to see if I could capture the image.
.But, as I said, the little ones are from out-of-state. They are not used to Mrs. Craver and me, and sometimes the baby cries when we try to pick her up. (If you allow me a moment of transparency, that kind of rejection is heartbreaking for a grandma and grandpa.) There were a few occasions, when they got caught up in the moment, and seemed to be less traumatized by "Poppa and Nanna." I will treasure those times!
.I managed to scrounge up one more vacation day, so that I can spend one more full day with them before they have to return home.