Heading South

Sometimes a privately owned campground with necessary amenities trumps the rustic scenic beauty of state/national parks. We found a site outside of Niagara Falls, NY that met both criteria. Branches was the perfect little camp.

We rolled into NJ just in time for Solo's beauty appt. (dirty camp dog) and a visit to the Apple Store with Bill's broken phone. 

Pat and Glenn had a dinner of everyone's favorite comfort food waiting for our arrival in Verona. Bill and I both miss many aspects of our life in NJ, and the Hermans are on the top of the list.