The last morning we pack up the car.
The last time we gas up before heading west.
The last time Banjo Man scrapes bugs from the windshield.
The last bag of sunflower seeds. Banjo Man eats thousands of ’em.
3281 miles later…
Two steps away from the first swim of the summer.
Yippee! You made it.
Enjoy every second of your time at the lake.