September '07 Newsletter

Thanks are in order to all of you who made our 20th wedding anniversary extraordinary with cards, calls, emails, gifts, visits, and dinners. We were flabbergasted by the volume of well wishes. Special thanks to the Brunings and the Hildners for conspiring to let all our friends in on the celebration. Our dear friend and neighbor Helen planned a going away dinner gathering in our honor and snuck in anniversary cheer at the same time. The ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins was a custom creation that sported brown frosting representing the San Juan River. Helen had fun collecting canoes, trees, rocks, a fire and a Dutch oven to name a few of the things decorating this masterpiece.

After enjoying the cooler temps of northern Minnesota for the past six weeks, we reluctantly returned home just a few days ago. At least Susan was reluctant. Bob needed to get back to the heat so his arthritic joints would bend again. It is still hot and unfortunately humid here as is normal for September but we remain optimistic that October will be one of our more pleasant months this year. Though southern Minnesota was plagued with flooding in August, the northern part of the state was suffering from a continuing drought. Between the dry weather and a couple of below normal temperature nights, the leaves started changing early and were quite colorful by the time we left.

On our way north, we spent three nights with Scott and Tennille in Albuquerque at their new home. It was great to see their place and spend time with them. We hadn't seen our grand dog Hudson for close to a year and he is no longer a little pup. One of the days we drove to the top of Sandia Peak, which is not far from their house, and enjoyed the several thousand foot views during a short walk. Another day we walked to the Rio Grande and teased Hudson unmercifully by making him get sticks out of the pools. Of course he loved it. The kids wined and dined us in the evenings.

An early start brought us all of the way to southern Minnesota by the next morning. We dropped in at sister Laurie's near the Twin Cities to pick her up. Her family was already up north and we'd agreed to ferry her up to join them. We made a slight detour to visit BCC friends at their cabin on Island Lake just north of Duluth, before continuing on to Susan's dad's place. Water Carnival - a Hoyt Lakes institution was going on that weekend for three days. Susan's dad was disappointed that she hadn't come prepared to clown in the parade - perhaps next year. Lots of extended family showed up for the various events and a good time was had by all.

Water Carnival features turtle races, an art show of local talent, a queen coronation, non-stop ball tournaments, various bands, a beer garden, etc. One of the more entertaining events that we watched was "dock dogs". Most of the contestants were some type of retriever. The owner/trainer tosses a Frisbee, duck decoy, or favorite toy off the end of the dock while giving the dog a signal to take a running start. Off the end of the dock they go, jumping distances from about 4 feet to almost 24 feet. The state record jump is somewhere around 26 feet.

Laurie's family was camping at Fishermans Point, the local campground on and off for most of August. Two more of Susan's siblings, Joy and Kevin, live in the vicinity, so we gathered with them and their families on a regular basis. Susan's other sister Twila also lives near the Twin Cities and made two visits during the time we were up there. Joy is a berry picking fool and had harvested and cleaned 22 quarts of blueberries before we arrived. We aren't sure what the total count was but she shared many of them with us, both raw for our cereal and integrated into pies and cakes she delivered.

Susan's dear friends, Winks and Antti offered us the use of their island cabin on Whiteface Reservoir again this year. They borrowed a canoe for us to use and towed it out with their speed boat. It was so peaceful, devoid of bugs, and blessedly cool. The loons serenaded us throughout the night and we thoroughly enjoyed it. One of the evenings other dear friends, Rhonda and Marty, joined us for dinner that Antti made on the campfire. We were a bit lazy during the days but did manage one long canoe trip down the lake to a place we hadn't visited the previous year.

Susan's dad is doing well recovering from the stress of his wife's illness and passing. He is amazingly strong for his age and very sharp. In fact, we seem to have more senior moments than he does. He is still driving short distances to appointments and helping a couple of ladies who can't drive get to theirs. One of the big aggravations of his life is the plethora of junk mail he receives daily. After a quick search on Google, Susan came up with a web site that alleviates the marketing mail load. She plans to help both her father and other senior friends simplify their lives. Most of you think fairly green. If you would like to save a tree or two by reducing the unwanted mail delivered to your box, check out this site: http://www.obviously.com/junkmail/.

On our journey home, we stopped in Boulder to visit the Hildners, then in Colorado Springs to visit the Brunings, then in Cortez to visit Deb Campbell and Tommy Jensen. If any of you are traveling through Delores be sure to stop in at "The Flying Pig", Deb's second hand and consignment store. A night with each was all we could spare and probably about all they could take. If we missed visiting you this trip, please forgive us. You must be on top of the list for next time.

Getting back into our exercise routine has proved a bit painful as it's still dang hot here. One of our pine trees died a slow death while we were away when a sprinkler fitting separated. The other downside is that we have a resplendent crop of weeds where it leaked. Meals on Wheels has a new director and Susan is looking forward to working with them again. Our local rock club is hosting its annual Rock-a-Rama the first weekend in November. The following weekend the clowns are again parading in our Veteran's Day Parade. Bob is getting active again with water board issues, playing on his new Dell, and working with the photos he took over the summer. He will be a presenter at a hikers and backpackers symposium at the South Rim next month. Susan is getting back into yoga and her Bunco group meets at our house in September. It seems we are always busy with something or other!

We will be around town for the most part until we leave for Baja in late February. As of this writing, there is still one space available if you would care to join us. Our May White Rim bike trip is filling rapidly. We haven't decided whether or not we will plan a fall group trip for 2008 but are considering a sea kayak trip on Lake Powell. Watch the December newsletter for mentions of this possibility.

2007 Trip Reports:

Boundary Waters Canoe (8/4/07-8/11/07):
Notes by Dave Kehs, edited by Bob & Susan

Everyone, except for Bob and Susan, scheduled early flights into Minneapolis and all but one actually made it by 8:30 AM. Unfortunately, Jon had to deal with a cancelled flight and wasn't expected until 10:30 AM. That left enough time for the rest of us to pile into the rental van to check out the bridge that had collapsed a few days earlier. It turns out that the president had the same idea, so the police wouldn't let vehicles or people anywhere near it. But crowds were collecting outside the police lines. Dave noticed a truck leaving a parking space (that's the kind of thing you learn to look out for if you ever try to find a parking space in Boston) and Carl quickly grabbed it. A short walk put us atop the hill at Gold Medal Park.

This vantage point afforded a mostly-obscured view of the collapsed bridge. It was also a gathering place for protestors, who carried signs saying, "Support the Bridge, not the War". There seemed to be TV cameras about, so maybe we made the 6 o'clock news. With 5 navigators to help, Carl was able to again locate the airport to pick up Jon and his luggage. Then we headed north to Ely, with just a brief stop at a Subway to pick up sandwiches for consumption en route.

At Ely, Bob and Susan greeted us at what would be home for the night: the outfitter's bunkhouse. Cable TV, hot showers, air conditioning, who could ask for anything more? The outfitter's staff fitted the group with life jackets and canoe paddles, demonstrated canoe portaging techniques, showed how all the gear and food had been packed, and pointed out desirable campsites along the selected route. Most then left for dinner at a local restaurant called the Chocolate Moose (get it?). The Rushing River beer (an IPA) was particularly popular, as was the fresh Walleye sandwich. Some of us had the misguided notion that we would be eating Walleye later that week but our fisherman never delivered. Then it was quickly off to snoozeland.

After a breakfast of sticky buns, oatmeal, yogurt, etc, the group packed up and rode to the launch point. Alain, the van driver, provided the cheery news that rain was expected for the next 5 days. At the put-in, there wasn't enough water to float the canoes with us in them, so we pushed along the channel, until they could be paddled into Mudro Lake. Three portages were encountered: a rather steep one to Sandpit Lake, then a longer one to Tin Can Mike Lake, and finally a portage to Horse Lake.

A group of Boy Scouts was at our last portage that day. When one of the scouts was asked if he was having fun, he said, "Define fun." Some in our group were apprehensive about portages, but they went quite smoothly and our three-canoe flotilla was looking for camp by lunch time. Our first-choice campsite was occupied when we pulled up but the couple seemingly camped there were just about to leave. So we scored a fabulous site, just at the entrance to the Horse River. Since there was no ice on the trip, the first night had to be steak night. Yum! Dinner was followed by the first daily bear bag hanging and a fabulous sunset over Horse Lake.

Cowboy a**holes (AKA Toads in a Hole) were served up for breakfast, but the hash browns were not to be found (they would turn up later and be enjoyed). We were on the river by 9:15 AM to head down the Horse River. The river was low enough that carry-overs were needed in a few places, plus three short portages. The last mile took us through grass and reeds to the Canadian Border. Our first choice for a camp was taken, and the area seemed rather crowded. But the outfitter had told us about a good camp just around the corner. Sure enough, it was available, and we were again able to set up camp at lunch time. As if getting a great camp weren't enough, we were able to view bald eagles perched in tall trees just across the water. After a little napping, six of us paddled off to look at Wheelbarrow Falls. Since the boats were empty, we chose an island loop involving two portages, one of them on Canadian soil. Fortunately, no one asked for our passports.

The following day we started early again under threatening skies. A few raindrops were felt after breakfast, but that was the extent of the inclement weather. We portaged Lower Basswood Falls, with another brief excursion into Canada. We then paddled along Crooked Lake, passing Indian pictographs. These were interesting, but not all that impressive compared to sites many of us had seen in the Southwest. Oncoming canoe traffic was high, so we didn't waste time heading for camp. Fortunately, the wind was behind us much of the way. Pausing only to watch an osprey, we stroked for the preferred camp, "The Hilton", located on a small point in an inlet between Wednesday Bay and Thursday Bay. Fortunately, the camp was available, so we piled in for lunch. After a while, the sun came out, allowing us to add swimming to our usual afternoon regimen of reading, napping, and occasionally hiking.

After the early morning mist burned off, the next day turned sunny and beautiful. Breakfast was (freeze-dried) blueberry pancakes topped with (freeze-dried) maple syrup. The griddle was a little warped, making for some oddly shaped pancakes, but they tasted great. We launched and headed out to look for an abandoned car that we had heard about. Bob, Susan, and Dave missed it, but eagle-eyed Carl called them back. A car in the middle of the wilderness? Like the many campsites, it served as a good navigation point in a maze of trees and water. Of course, we had to stop for a look, once again standing on Canadian soil.

The flies were pretty vicious as we headed down Friday Bay, though they only seemed interested in chowing down on our feet. We portaged to Papoose Creek, which took us to Papoose Lake, from there a lilly pad-lined creek took us to Chippewa Lake. Another marshy creek led us on to Niki Lake. This creek was lined with carnivorous plants. We took a lunch break at the Niki Lake camp the group used last year. It was very small and didn't offer much in the way of flat tent sites. Pressing on after lunch, we portaged to Lake Wagosh and then set up for the mile-long portage to Gun Lake. This portage was tough, coming near the end of a long day of paddling.

Tired and glad to be finished with it, we still had to find camp. Our first two choices for a campsite were already in use. We found a site that might have worked for two people, but were determined to do better. We pressed on to another lake and a camp shown on our maps, but that one was also taken. Things looked desperate, but we knew of one more site just across a little bay. Inspection by binoculars confirmed that it was unoccupied. It turned out to be a terrific camp on a little point. With lots of flat tent space, what more could one ask for. Needing a break, this was going to be our home for two nights.

Rain started just after breakfast, making the area under the tarp a popular spot. Eventually, the sun came out and the hikers got excited. Six hikers paddled across the lake for a portage to Gull Lake. Then we crossed Gull and stashed the boats at the beginning of the next portage. We hiked the portage and then headed to the Angleworm Trail, which passed by Home Lake and Angleworm Lake. Dave turned back at the lakeside camp, for a leisurely stroll back to the canoe stash, with a few swimming stops. The other group, led by the relentless Muller clan, pushed on for the whole 12 mile loop, making it back to the canoes by 6:00 PM. Since he ended up bleeding and limping, something he expects on any hike with Carl, John declared the hike a success,. Then, it was a paddle-portage-paddle back to camp. Fortunately, Bob and Susan had delayed happy hour, so that everyone could get nice and relaxed for dinner. The night was clear, great for star-gazing. We hoped to see the Northern Lights, but they didn't appear. But as consolation, the Perseid Meteor shower was just beginning, so the insomniacs managed shooting stars sightings.

The group was up and ready to leave so early that Susan had to brush her teeth in the canoe. We crossed Gun Lake, did a quick portage to Fairy Lake, and then another to Boot Lake. One more portage put us on Fourtown Lake, our destination for the day. We quickly found the camp that our outfitter had suggested, a spacious unoccupied camp with lots of shoreline, although two of the tent sites would prove to be a bit bumpy. We moved in before 11:00 AM - a new record for setting up camp. This allowed us to have a lazy afternoon, reading, napping, taking short boat excursions, swimming, fishing (not to be confused with actually catching fish), and showering.

Since we were not that far from the takeout point, we phoned the outfitter (yes, there was cell coverage on part of the trip!) and asked to move our pick-up time from 3:00 PM to noon. We felt a few sprinkles after breakfast, but the clouds disappeared quickly, making for another warm day. As we headed for the outflow of Fourtown Lake, we found that ours was not the only group aiming for the Mudro access point. We counted 12 canoes on the water, all heading south. There were three portages in quick succession, with the last one a tough up and down lasting a third of a mile. The portages got even more crowded since some folks were just starting their trips, heading in the opposite direction.

We crossed Mudro Lake to its outflow creek and paddled/dragged the boats to the take-out, spotting some juvenile vultures nesting on a low cliff along the way. Just as we finished hauling the boats and gear to the road, Alain showed up with the trailer and a cooler full of cold drinks. Carol was delighted to be able to polish off a Diet Pepsi, Bob enjoyed the cold beer, and the ice proved useful for wrapping Susan Marley's badly sprained ankle, which happened on the last portage. Then it was back to Ely for showers and group good-byes. Bob & Susan headed to nearby Hoyt Lakes to visit with family. The rest of us began a Lake Superior adventure hopeful that we would find accommodations along the way and with any luck, return to Minneapolis the next day in time to catch our planes.

Participants:

Dave Kehs, Bob & Susan Marley, Dan Mckelvey, Carl & Carol Muller, Susan Muller, John Stenton, and Jon Trahan

Isle Royale Van (8/17/07-8/25/07):

We arrived in Duluth a few days early to shop for food and locate a rental trailer. Since those arrangements went smoothly, we had ample time to venture over the Wisconsin border to camp at Amnicon Falls State Park. Amnicon is derived from the Ojibwa words for "where fish spawn". While we didn't see any fish - spawning or otherwise, we did view several 30' waterfalls, numerous cascades, and a historically significant "Horton" style covered bridge built in the late 1800's. The weather was warm and sunny, though smells of fall permeated the air. We followed up with a visit to Pattison State Park, where the impressive Manitou Falls were only surpassed by the hot shower waterfalls in the campground. Both parks were well worth a visit.

Our group gathered at the Holiday Inn in downtown Duluth, where we left Jim's vehicle while we traveled. JoAnne and Kay had both spent the previous night there. Jim and Carolyn soon arrived, within minutes of each other. The 4x8 covered rental trailer made packing and loading a quick and easy maneuver. Kay had volunteered to drive her SUV and everyone took turns riding with her or Bob. Within minutes we were on the road headed up the North Shore of Lake Superior towards Gooseberry Falls State Park. The North Shore is dotted by state parks and expanses of magnificent shoreline. We hiked briefly at Gooseberry before continuing on to Split Rock Lighthouse, arriving just in time for a short film followed by an informative tour of the grounds of this impressive historic monument. The lighthouse was erected and staffed before there were roads in the area, so all of the building materials and supplies were brought in by boat and hauled up a steep cliff.

The state parks were quite a bit busier than they had been last August when we scouted this trip. Hence we elected to utilize the more remote forest service camps for a couple of nights to get away from the crowds and be assured of a campsite. Our first night at Temperance River forest camp in the highlands along the Sawbill Trail was a shock. We awoke to frost on the tents and cold extremities. Those of us with lightweight summer bags were wondering what we were in for on the upcoming backpack. Not to worry, the days warmed up afterwards.

No one was disappointed by the hiking opportunities at Cascade River State Park. We visited both the upper and lower waterfalls and did a short beach walk. Then we drove historic Gunflint Trail to an even more remote forest service camp at East Bearskin Lake. The next morning we established a camp at Magney State Park to set ourselves up for an early journey to Isle Royale on the Voyageur II the following morning. Camp secured, we spent the rest of the day at Grand Portage National Monument, which was fascinating. The new 6 million dollar visitor center had only been open for two weeks and was impressive. Natural, local materials were used in the construction and the building was as interesting as the content. The buildings in the stockade were staffed by volunteers dressed in period costume and performing period tasks. We were enthralled by the lecture of their resident canoe maker in his workshop. Lapsing into a Northwest Company employee role, his 45 minutes stretched into an hour and a half when his audience kept asking more questions about his times.

That evening Susan cooked dinner while the rest of the group showered and sorted their gear for the backpack. They in turn took care of the clean up so she could shower and sort her gear. We were all hoping we had everything we needed and not an ounce more. Though this was supposed to be an easy backpack, we are all over 50, hadn't backpacked recently, and were plagued with various age related challenges.

The Voyageur II was awaiting us at the dock and we were relieved when they found our reservations on the computer. Some of you may be aware that Lake Superior's water level is at an all time recorded low, which took their larger Isle Royale transport out of service. We had originally planned to spend 5 days on the island but had to revise our itinerary to accept what transportation was available. The boat stops at Windigo, where a ranger meets you at the dock for an orientation for all but the people staying at Rock Harbor Lodge. Then the visitor center is swarmed with people getting their camping permits and buying books, maps, etc. All of this has to happen in a half hour. Then it's back on board and off around the northeast end of the island, where the boat dropped many of us at McCargoe Cove. The Cove was busy, none of the three sided shelters were available, but we were fortunate that no groups registered for that day, so we were able to camp in one of the group sites. Groups over 6 people are not allowed to camp in the shelters and tents are not allowed to be pitched at shelter sites.

Pumping water from Lake Superior for our group of six took much more time than anticipated. Between that and setting up camp, most of our afternoon quickly faded away. During the night, an animal we suspect was a fox, snuck in and left scat on one of our water bags. We had been warned to keep boots and gear inside our tents as they are sometimes carried away because of the salt sweat in them. We got a cheap lesson when we found one of Bob's hiking sticks up the hill a few yards from our tent.

After a good night's sleep, we were ready to take on the longest day of our trip, a 6.8 mile uphill hike to the camp at Lake Richie. Because of the moose and wolf population all water on Isle Royale is normally filtered to remove tapeworm cysts. This was further complicated by a possibly toxic algae bloom at both Chickenbone Lake and Lake Richie. We were forced to pump water from Lake Livingston in between those two and carry it to our dry camp at Richie. Pretty weird when you are camped on a lake. This would not have been so difficult but we were already tired and then it started to rain. Bob and Kay were ahead of the rest of us, who were still pumping water. By the time we finished, the trail was becoming quite slick in places. We were thankful for the boardwalk over the boggy areas but it needed a bit of West Coast Trail corduroy to rough it up. Along the way some of us noticed a moose skeleton in a clearing just off the trail.

A false start and backtracking a bit slowed us down but we finally wandered into the group camp where Kay was snoring in her tent and Bob was relaxing in the shelter of densely woven pine boughs. It continued to spit while we set up tents and a kitchen tarp. It had not been Susan's best day but that only went from bad to worse serving dinner. The Tuna Alfredo she had colored with freeze-dried spinach turned out to be the most inedible gritty bitter mass any of us have had the displeasure of sampling. It got really quiet until Bob asked, "what is the gritty stuff in this". She finally took a bite and started spitting. We were able to salvage some of the bowtie pasta from our bowls but needless to say it was a good thing we had a hearty soup and dessert because no one was lining up for seconds that night. Even Pop-Eye couldn't have gagged this one down! It rained on and off through the night and we could hear the wolves howling off in the distance. Isle Royale currently sports three packs of wolves, who efficiently keep the moose population in check.

Between the rain spits we packed up our damp gear and headed down the trail, towards Chippewa Harbor, which we expected to be a bit crowded. We had been on the boat with a family group of four with two canoes, who we passed along the portage trail segments a number of times. They came into camp at Chippewa about the same time we did. But for their group, a solo male hiker, and two women hikers, we had the place to ourselves. We commandeered one shelter and spread our damp tenting gear out on the rocks to dry while we pumped our requisite 10 gallons of water. When there were no late arrivals into camp, Susan and Bob commandeered a second shelter. Several people tried to sleep out but were eventually driven into a shelter by the cold and sprinkles. The three sided screened shelters were great for foul weather but we all agreed the wood plank floors were a most uncomfortable sleeping surface.

There had been rumors about the boat not arriving to pick up hikers a few days prior to our scheduled pick up, so we were relieved when it chugged into the cove. The lake was much calmer on the trip back. After another quick stop at Windigo, we were back in Grand Portage and headed for the showers at Magney State Park. That night Susan improvised a Ameri-Mex meal with the help of the rest of the crew. We broke out an old bottle of Mescal (with the worm no less) and a pleasant evening ensued. Until bedtime that is, when our neighbor's over tired toddler cried for over an hour. The showers were nice but we all looked forward to a more secluded, spacious forest service camp.

Up early, we picked up a few supplies in Grand Marais before driving the infamous Gunflint Trail up to Bearskin Lake Lodge for a day of canoeing. We had intended to make a loop through three lakes with several short portages but found that the portages were heavily overgrown - when we were lucky enough to find them at all. Since the 1999 blow down, this area has seen less Boundary Waters use and desperately needs some trail maintenance. We stopped midway for a picnic lunch. Canoeing to the end of the lake and back took about the right amount of time and effort. The East Bearskin Forest Service camp was just around the corner and was surprisingly empty and quiet for a Friday night.

Our last day was a full one. Initially we stopped in Grand Marais so the group could shop a bit and look at a gallery or two. The lucky stiffs stumbled onto the Cook County Art Fair in progress and found some unique gifts to take home. Susan was disappointed to miss out on this one but had spent her free time cleaning up and reorganizing her stuff. After perusing the beach and waterfalls at Temperance River State Park, the two of us set up a picnic lunch at Tettegouche and then turned everyone loose to hike out to Shovel Point. Before we knew it the day had flown by and we were back in Duluth depositing our friends at the Holiday Inn. We returned our trailer, picked up a few groceries and went north to Susan's dad's place for a few more days of visiting.

Participants:

Carolyn Balliet, JoAnne Lafley, Jim Laskowski, Bob & Susan Marley, Kay Threlkeld

2008 MG Trip Plans:

Start	Finish	Trip Name	Group Size	Comments
3/2/08	3/9/08	Baja Kayak & Whales Waitlist Only	14	We will be whale watching off the shores of the Pacific lagoons of Magdalena Bay, the breeding grounds of great Gray Whales. This will be followed by an excellent introduction to sea kayaking that enables us to get out and enjoy the Gulf of California's most beautiful island. The kayaking portion of the trip includes a certified bilingual naturalist guide, single and/or double kayaks, all kayaking gear, camping equipment, and transportation to and from the island (no open sea crossings in kayaks).
4/1/08	4/16/08	Grand Canyon Raft Full	8	The Grand Canyon changed their system of allocating river permits last year and offered several hundred conversion permits in years through 2011 to individuals who were on the old waitlist. A couple of friends pooled their waiting years and obtained a small group permit. We're looking forward to again seeing snow on the rims above us, swollen side streams, and springtime desert flowers. This wonderful trip will be filled with boat equipped friends and the permit holders friend's and family.
5/18/08	5/24/08	Canyonlands Mountain Bike Waitlist Only	15	Beginning on the elevated peninsular plateau of the Island-in-the-Sky in Canyonlands National Park, this hundred mile trip is one of the most scenic mountain bike rides in canyon country. For the most part, riding is fast and easy on relatively flat packed sand and sediments but there are some rubble and slickrock sections. Along the way, numerous side hikes offer opportunities to view spectacular scenery, historical sites, and Anasazi ruins. There will be limited space for non-bikers who wish to hike the trails and viewpoints from our campsites and drive our sag vehicles each day.

Notes:

• Additional information, including our reservation and cancellation policy, is available upon request.
• Pre-trip information is mailed to all participants approximately a month prior to the trip.

General Trip Information:

We must receive your deposit and a completed Q/AR form, for you to be considered for inclusion on one of our trips. If a trip is popular enough to require a waitlist, we will use four criteria to determine who joins the trip. Initial preference will be given to those who have paid the required trip deposit and promptly returned the necessary Q/AR. If this isn't sufficient, we then compare trip deposit dates and lastly Q/AR postmark dates.

We continue to send information to travel friends using email. If you want to be the first to know what's happening, be sure to send us your email address and don't forget to keep it current. We'll also continue to communicate unique travel opportunities by 'special mailings' to those who travel with us frequently.

Best of luck in your adventures, whatever they are, and wherever they may be. We look forward to traveling with you sometime soon.

Susan & Bob

Updated on Thursday, September 20, 2007 @ 12:30 MST © 1995-2007 by Robert R. Marley