Check each other for ticks....and make up

Camping was interesting to say the least. Do you want the whole story or short version? you get the short this is a blog. Dad and I golfed...he had gall to tell me I was goin in wrong direction as I drove golf cart. Key words: I drove golf cart. Well, he took his clubs and left after a few angry F bombs from both. The guy we golfed with was understaning. He said he can't golf with his wife either. Then went on to tell me he just buried his 45 year old friend from lymes disease. Misdiagnosis. I golfed the rest of round before storm clouds chased me off. The man in mourning's last words to me? "Check each other for ticks and make up." You dad did pull a tick off me later the next day... we did make up.
The Leyks came to camp next to us... we had a gas. Fun couple. Like activities, outside and laughing. We have lots in common. We biked for two hours...and my legs are killing me.