Full Moon in June Campout at Wilson Lake, 2013:

We partied all weekend with Leeann – she was her old self: sunning in the chaise, sitting quietly by with that dead pan look on her face, sipping Mateus like in the flush old days, and generating some odd looks from a lot of people. I swear I could hear her laughing! On Sunday evening, on the front winds of the coming storm, we dispersed her on the field by our shelter, and the rain came and washed her into the ground. She would always ask me on Mondays, when everyone had left the campground except for her, if I thought the rangers would let her stay a little longer. I told her this time she could stay as long as she wants.

Diana