Friday afternoon the nurse called and confirmed what the doctor thought. It is Bells Palsy, a viral infection, and with treatment it should go away. It was amazing that I heard the phone because I was in and out of the house packing up the camper for our impromtu weekend.
We are NOT planners. We camp when the opportunity presents itself. This time my sister had a spot she wasn't able to use and we snatched it up last minute. It was cool and the forecast predicted rain but we packed ponchos and mud boots and headed north.
We weren't there five minutes and the boys, Gavin brought a friend, had their lines in the water. Dad was still leveling the camper when they pulled their first fish outta the lake. What a great start to the weekend!
The rest of the weekend went fast and was a ton of fun. I think you will get more out of the photos than my jibber jabber so may I present to you the first camping weekend of 2011, gordo style...