We were all looking intently at an immature bald eagle being taught (assumingly) by his parents.
Donna impressed our host and friends with the explanation of why, and how old the immature eagle was. The reason we knew they were his parents was because the fully colored adult eagle turned the fish he was eating over to junior.
Ken, a fellow rv'er, was taking care of deep frying the chicken wings.
Good job Ken...they were delicious.
We had brought a cheesecake and matched it to the correct vintage of red wine. Here Ken (at the head of the table, our host) is talking to Ken the rv'er.
Elaine, sitting next to Donna on the right has made this park so enjoyable.
We had a great night and it ended up being perfectly sandwiched between storms.
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