You know, I don't think poor Brian fully realized my fear of great bodies of water when he married me. I don't water ski nor do I "camp on the lake" so much to his dismay, a camping trip involving either had been avoided for about 3 years until I ran out of excuses he would listen to. So away we went, I bought him a small inflatable raft so he could float in the lake and I brought cards and my new camera to keep myself entertained. I don't really remember camping much when I was younger without having quads to go riding and I sure as heck don't remember any warnings about bears (thanks mom). It wasn't that bad really, although I do think I slept with one eye open that night and I was not too happy about the make shift toilet seat stump Brian made for me. Lovely, yes. Well enough of that story. Here is my wonderful hubby (finally happy) at Lost Lake, Idaho in July of 2005 (and nope, no trips planned back yet). ;) Thanks for looking!