Three-peat

Hang Ten Daddyman!
Photo Faf

KOWABUNGA!
Faf
Daddyman Drives

Mike the man
Surfs up
Kevin---first time on the water since the mish!
Faf in Charge

On July 3rd, we loaded up the trusty truck, attached the boat and headed for Jordanelle. We got in an evening ski/board/surf run and then set up camp. Dad volunteered for food duty so we had gourmet tin-foil dinner (did you know there was such a thing?) and s'mores. Camping was an experience! The Garffs used a tent. The Erors used the blow up mattress and the back of the truck. Daddyman has been officially fired as the "Blow up the Mattress Engineer" due to the fact that he kept hitting the pump and by the morning, said mattress looked like an over inflated beach ball and I had rolled off---wedging between the mattress/ball edge and the side of the truck. Breakfast was another Daddyman spread---omlets, fresh fruit and (this is the scary part here)---breakfast sausage. Someone forgot the family rule about sharing food with Philo. And so, five sausages later, we were able to label the event with one of the following titles:

1. Over and over again...

2. One sausage too many

3. Sausage again??!!

4. Now you see it---now you see it---now you see it---

5. Two sausages too many

6. Here they come again

7. Anyone want seconds

8. Anyone want thirds

9. Three sausages too many

10. Philo's idea of food storage

11. Share and share alike

12. Leftovers anyone?

13. The gift that keeps on giving...again and again

14. Saugage 2/5 deploys in T minus 5...4...3...2...1...

15. RUN!

16. I've never seen that dog in my life

Well, you get the picture. We love you Philo. We love you Daddyman. We missed you Boston Barnes!