Not part of the rally but I thought were neat pictures.
The table was covered in a sheet of ice.
George wants to know if it’s rally time.
Betty finally got a tostado that looked like one. Needless to say, we found the nearest Mexican restaurant. Thinking of you more, Manny.
There were four coaches there by Thursday. Wonder what Betty is saying?
Now is Ray’s turn to explain.
What was that, George?
Next morning it was breakfast at the bakery. There was only the Parkers and us because we couldn’t rouse SOME of the members and others would take too long to get ready.
Looks like the cowboy is making the chef do his thing.
Shirley’s really thinking about something.
We went looking for this restaurant and must have driven 25 miles in every direction. Once we found it, we couldn’t decide if it was open or not. The whole backside was being constructed.
This was one of the neatest fishing holes I’ve ever seen.
Some of the local scenery at the campground.
Time out to eat again. Look who’s first in line, Ray.
Do you recognize that eye? It’s Reg’s.
OK, back the the local décor.
This was just sitting out in the field.
Once again, we thank you for a wonderful weekend.
