We look like messy travelers.
The Kenyan version of the local swimming hole was refreshing. I think Paul was deep in that blackness when I snapped this.
At that stage, we were ambitious parents, diligently teaching our 3 year old Evangel to read.
We look like messy travelers.
At that stage, we were ambitious parents, diligently teaching our 3 year old Evangel to read.
We are having a wonderful trip!

Dawn thrills me on Square Pond.
Timothy, Josh and I went blueberry picking that first Saturday while there were still many left. They marveled at the "Honor System," where you pick your blueberries, weigh them yourself, and leave the right amount of money, with no one to check up on you. We all laughed at the idea of anyone doing business like that in Cape Town.
It was good picking.
Camp Belle is where we're staying for the month, built by my great-grandfather Walter Earl Campbell, it has been in our family since 1935. The peace and tranquility are supposed to heal Paul's tiredness, while I'm reveling in having lots of family around. 
