Wells State Park

7/2-3/2021

Cedar River, MI

Thoroughly exhausted, we arrive at our campsite for the night. We check in well before 1 AM, and I pass as a normal human being. This time we are at a rustic campsite, which means no strangers in sight. Gob and I set up camp and start a fire, then wait for our adventure friends to join us.

No sooner had we started to relax than a young boy bicycles up screaming for help. His pal had wiped out coming down the hill and “was bleeding pretty bad.” I let out a heavy sigh, grab my limited first aid kit, and head over to assist as best I can. Somehow almost an hour had passed by the time his parents and a park ranger made it to the scene. Spoiler alert, he lived.

Back at the campsite, Gob is mad that I locked him in the car. He eventually forgives me and falls asleep by the fire. Friends arrive. I try to hold conversation, but am soon too tired to function and we all retire to our respective cars to sleep.

Gob once again wakes up for a morning swim at the crack of dawn. He knows there is a lake just a short path away from the camp. He is very unsure about a suspicious rock out in the lake and spends a few minutes barking at it before bravely walking out to sniff it. He ultimately decides it is ok.