We followed a deer through the camp after dinner and went by the lake, to sit atop the large rocks and look into the distance... the quiet waters, snowy mountain peaks and the few youngsters surf-boarding atop crystal-clear waters. Came back to our gypsy caravan and closed its doors to the night outside.
The following morning woke us up with rain... rain in the mountains means cold and dampness and mud... and it means breakfast eaten inside and reading and coffee making...
...mud, mud in my shoes and mud on my clothes all day long. It stopped raining for a few minutes in the afternoon. Went down to the lake, got a fish, took some pictures, the mountains woke up in smoke; smoke on its peaks and smoke on the water. We packed, and left.
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