Thanks to Roscoe and his daily walks, we get to enjoy the beauty of the campground.
The drought and the need for water for the power generators have dropped lake levels by 10 feet.
Roscoe doesn't care about the leaves or lake. He wants to know where the squirrels are!
Well, Roscoe, while you are out for a stroll, they're on our deck...
using the covered bbq grill like a tanning bed!
For my birthday, Bob treated me to a night on the town in Anderson. By then, Christmas lights and decorations lit up Main Street in the old downtown section.
We had not been into town at night. It felt kind of magical, kind of like the feeling of going into New York City....
....like stairways leading down into subways...
and ice skating at Rockefeller center...if you use your imagination, that is.
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