Banjo Man wanted to hike into his cabin for his birthday.  So we packed a picnic lunch and, after piling into Sarge’s 4-Runner, we set off up the mountain with our son, daughter-in-law and grandson.

Our grandson was thrilled because (a) he did not have to use his car seat, (b) he counted 14 “No hunting without permission” signs, (c) he had never been on a mountain before, and (d) there was a possibility that he would see a bear.

He did not see a bear.  I told them they were way up high on the mountains picking huckleberries.

This is true.

Banjo Man was ecstatic because (a) he was at his cabin in the woods, (b) there was lunch and plenty of it, (c) he could show his grandson his land, and (d) there were no bears.

It’s good to be home.

Discussing how to build a fort.

Lunch on the porch.

Checking out Uncle Sarge’s May campfire.

Just another afternoon in paradise.

Checking out the woods and an old road.

“Grandpa, can we spend the night here?”

Part 2 of Banjo Man’s birthday included a trip to town and a fancy birthday dinner at Trinity on the lake, serenaded by Retired Mountain Lady’s band “Running With Scissors”, along with Dancing Mandolin Player and her Boyfriend Bob.

From morning to night, no one was happier than Banjo Man.

Which is the way birthdays should be.