My newest friend and my oldest friend at Mosquito Lake State Park’s dog beach.

Mosquito Lake is one of my favorite state parks.  The lots have plenty of trees, decent separation and spacious shower rooms.  The archery range is well-maintained, the terrain is flat for bikes, there is water for RC boats and frisbee golf course with a nice layout.

I didn’t come prepared to do any of that because my phone was run over by a car on Sunday, a new phone arrived on Wednesday, and Thursday morning was spent at Verizon getting the new phone configured. 

Verizon couldn’t port over my contacts, so by noon, I was saturated with shit that didn’t work.  I was prepared to cancel the trip.  The campground was already paid for, but if I’m not having fun, why pay for it with time as well as money?

I went to my new phone to call my camping buddies.  Out of habit, I opened ‘contacts’, and they were there.  It’s a miracle!

Nothing from the Verizon representative or my Google account explains where the contacts came from.  I did not have contacts backed up to the cloud and the old phone was stuck on the locked screen so could not link to the new phone.  Obviously some of that wasn’t true.  Doesn’t matter, the contacts are intact.

There were several apps that needed to be set up on the new phone, but I took the miracle of the contact list as a sign that I should not back out on the Mosquito Lake trip. 

Here’s Sparky trying to look more retired than Pete.

Sparky is trying to impress Pete with a belch.

Not really.  Sparky doesn’t audibly belch, but he does fart out of his mouth. Or burp swamp gas.  I don’t know what it is, but his breath can smell like is poop.

At the dog park, Sparky made some friends.  Sparky is in his don’t-rape-me-bro posture.

Sparky must have some extra foam glands in his mouth that are only activated at dog parks.  He was slobbering like Homer at a donut factory.

The puffball with the red harness is the non-rapey sibling.

This is what Sparky does when we are camping and he needs to go outside to do his dirty business.  He sits by the door, and hopes somebody opens it. 

I took this photo from bed at 7:15 am.  I don’t know how long Sparky was sitting there.

Next time we go to Mosquito Lake, I will take advantage of the park amenities.