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I am pleased to report that this year’s fishing adventure was relatively uneventful. No sick dogs and astronomical vet bills.

Husband rushes to greet me as I pull in. How is dog? Where is dog? He is very sad to hear dog is in hospital.

Truck departs with husband driving. Our cool new (to us) 13’, 1975 Trillium travel trailer is packed to bursting with snack food, fishing equipment and books.

Soon we will be embarking on another fishing/finishing my novel trip. Below is an account of what happened last time we went camping at this particular place.

Sorry for the infrequent updating. I’ve been buried in the revisions to the new book and am jealously guarding each word.