Another hard night of sleep. I'm starting to think that this bed was blessed by a bush native. After rolling out at 9:30 (the latest my dad has ever slept up here), we ate some grub and headed out for another day of adventure. Dad asked for my help in the guest cabin, which honored me, but was not very excited to do with the extreme pounding in my head. Anne and I decided to walk it off on a quiet walk with Ati to Sherri Anne lake. While at the lake, we decided to go for a "water hike" so we took or socks and shoes off and hopped around on some rocks. The hike did not really help my disposition and after 15 minutes of helping my dad, I took a nap in the sun on the zero-gravity lounger out in the porch. After posing for a few pictures inside the cabin to prove that I helped dad with the work, I made brats for everyone.

Ok I have very important fishing to do...gotta jet!