Trevor drives a Lincoln, or a Cadillac, or some such nonsense with very low miles on it in North Dakota so I had to acquaint him with the virtues of a island beater truck. Yes, that rope actually is holding the bumper on, now that you mention it . . . and it is no coincidence the truck bed looks like it has been beat with a logging chain . . . . runs like a champ though!
I had to go to work the next day so the boy headed out with the camera. It was very foggy with very limited visibility from the top of Bunker Hill . . .
He got some good eagle pictures . . . .
A ground squirrel . . .
The he walked the beach along Little South America . . .
Hopefully discovering that a foggy day can be just as beautiful as a clear one, just in a different way. Pretty good pictures son, not bad for someone that travels without a camera and has to bum one off their Dad . . . .
When he got home he discovered Paw Paw attending to his personal hygiene on the front step, maybe making himself a little TOO much at home . . .