Took my girlfriend Tracy to a deserted island in Lake Blue Ridge on Friday night and camped out. I don’t think my dog slept the entire night; I could hear her snuffling round the tent. A couple times I woke up thinking we had racoons, then I remembered I was on an island…




Bone in New York Strip. Delicious.

Every particle of hair on her body was covered in dirt by this point. Fortunately a couple games of catch in the lake and we were set. Gretchen had never gotten to retrieve a floating dummy before and it was funny watching her figure it out.
Tracy took this shot of the lake at dawn:
