Next morning we were up and ready to go....coffee outside, waking to the warblers (which I need to learn to deal with...I just as soon wish the warblers would warlbe themselves back to sleep) - noone said I was a camper just yet....I have to ease into this. We spent the entire day hiking, fishing, playing in the creeks, exploring, riding bikes. It was wonderful. Grant fell off his scooter on a very steep hill trying to be a daredevil. He cut chunks of meat out of his arm and knee. Avery got tangled up in Dexter's rope as he tried to run after some kids. I stepped out of the camper into my shoe and onto some stinging insect which we never could locate. Stung so bad I couldn't move my foot for a good part of the night. Next morning it was better. Beau came out of the experience unscathed. We were whooped by the end of the day. Matter of fact, Dexter was so exhausted that Beau said not even a child dressed as the UPS man dancing a jig on a bicycle could excite him...it was true. We even wondered if Dexter would wake up the next morning...poor old boy. All in all, a wonderful trip with no tv or radio or cell phone...just the way I like it.