Here we are again at Prophetstown State Park at the confluence of the Wabash and Tippecanoe Rivers.
We were greeted each morning by a world blanketed in dense fog which burned away by noon. The view across this prairie afforded a look at the ridge opposite under clear skies. The picture is good: it's the fog, not bad photography.
Wiener and BBBH enjoyed the sunny afternoons. So did I.
Lulu and Grizz on their leashes stopped by with Rececca for a visit, and a pet of course.
Louie led devotions at sunset