Loggin' some Miles

Jake rode 35 miles Sunday in a charity bike event!

Catching a Break . . .

Not exactly the kind of break you want to catch but on June 11th while Dad and I were fishing I fell.  The gross part is that it was yucky fishy mud.  The bottom line is that on June 16th I had to have surgery to repair the proximal humerus which was shattered in four places.  The same dr who did Mom and Dad's shoulders did the surgery.  I am now recuperating.  The forced inactivity is the worst. The pain is tolerable.  My parents and family have been incredible.  I go back to Dr on tuesday and will see what is next.  Thank you for all your prayers, calls, cards, food, flowers and more.  It is appreciated.

A glimpse of Pre-Camp with our Family!

 Dad as the wacky tourist -where were we traveling each day?

and We're off to Camp Ne-O-Tez . . . . .