Some people are simply a pleasure to be around.
Al and Kelly are that kind of people. We exchanged emails yesterday and I invited them to come over to our campsite this morning. They drive up with a toot of the horn followed by hugs all around. Pheebs, Bridget, and Spike share a group-kiss.
What started as a cool morning is sunny and warm at 11 o’clock. The six of us settle in camp chairs or on the outdoor rug.
Al is always a photographer.
Honestly, I dread going over to Travel with the Bayfield Bunch to see the photos.
Al and I hand over our cameras to Kelly so she can take a picture of us together.
What’s with that hair? Desert Woman Does Woodstock? What is this — 1968? You can’t blame THAT on harsh lighting. Get a haircut, RVSue!
Before they leave, Al and Kelly invite us over to their place. “We’ll be leaving in about two-and-a-half weeks,” Al reminds me.
Pheebs beams a sparkling smile as if to say, “Yeah! Come on over to our place! You’ll love it!”
And with a “Same here!” and a toot of the horn, off they go!