Ah, camping...

We have spent 12 to 15 years coming to Magone (pronounced Magoon) for the last week of bow (archery) season, bringing Rae Ann and Robin when they were at home with us. This year Bruce did not have a hunting partner so after hours of sitting or walking silently in the cold woods he figured he'd much rather be at the hangar building the plane. So we came home two days early and spent the last couple of days of his vacation doing just that. Good times!