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04-11-2019, 11:19 AM
Phil and I arrived in camp at 10:00 Friday morning. It was a lovely, quiet spot on a cul-de-sac at the very end of the campground with a wonderful view of the lake. This camping area does not normally allow any sort of livestock, but we were grateful to the park rangers for stretching the rules to accommodate us here.
Phil and I set up our tent and a pen for the boys. There was lush, green clover everywhere and the goats could not have been more delighted! Robert and Connie Losee had set up their camp the night before and their four goats were picketed out on lines.
Friday was "work project day" and our task was to clear weeds and brush off the foundations of the old sawmill that was abandoned in 1920. A lot of people and their kids explore the ruins, so the park likes to keep the trees and poison ivy at bay. Thankfully, we had the perfect crew for such a task! Connie took up a weed whacker, I grabbed a machete, Phil and Robert manned the limb loppers, and the goats just did what they do naturally.
"I'm not sure the park really required this thorough of a job, Sputnik!"
With only four of us we didn't quite get it looking like the White House lawn, but we put a dent in the overgrowth and our goats enjoyed the variety of woody browse and tender leaves.
Later that day, Phil and I took our boys for a walk and Finn had fun jumping over this road barrier. It was quite high and I wish I could have gotten a clear picture of him. He was so graceful and kept leaping back and forth again and again, wagging his tail excitedly before and after each jump. He's such an athletic fellow and he loves to show off!
Phil and I set up our tent and a pen for the boys. There was lush, green clover everywhere and the goats could not have been more delighted! Robert and Connie Losee had set up their camp the night before and their four goats were picketed out on lines.
Friday was "work project day" and our task was to clear weeds and brush off the foundations of the old sawmill that was abandoned in 1920. A lot of people and their kids explore the ruins, so the park likes to keep the trees and poison ivy at bay. Thankfully, we had the perfect crew for such a task! Connie took up a weed whacker, I grabbed a machete, Phil and Robert manned the limb loppers, and the goats just did what they do naturally.
"I'm not sure the park really required this thorough of a job, Sputnik!"
With only four of us we didn't quite get it looking like the White House lawn, but we put a dent in the overgrowth and our goats enjoyed the variety of woody browse and tender leaves.
Later that day, Phil and I took our boys for a walk and Finn had fun jumping over this road barrier. It was quite high and I wish I could have gotten a clear picture of him. He was so graceful and kept leaping back and forth again and again, wagging his tail excitedly before and after each jump. He's such an athletic fellow and he loves to show off!