Big Bear Lake, Ca.

We have been in Big Bear Lake for three weeks. We've both decided that that is about a week too long…and we have a week to go.

 Storm rolling in over the lake.

Storm rolling in over the lake.

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The campground is located right on the shore of Big Bear Lake, and is within walking distance to the village. It's small and quiet, which we like. Fiona, not so much. She would prefer to have more people and animals to watch. We had to go to Paul's retirement company for a meeting and they had a koi pond, so she got her first glimpse of a fish. 

 Well, hello there!

Well, hello there!

 Besides a daily walk through the village, where pretty much every establishment has a carved wooden bear in front, we have been hanging around camp, reading our books. 

 This one had a saddle carved into it. Riding bear back!

This one had a saddle carved into it. Riding bear back!

 I had my 44th birthday a few days ago. I'm taking the whole week to celebrate it. Paul took me out to dinner the night before, since he had to work on the actual day. 

 Fiona hoping that her head on my leg would prevent us going out without her.

Fiona hoping that her head on my leg would prevent us going out without her.

 Our friends Jane and (dog) Millie came up to spend my birthday with me. Fiona showed Millie the joys of the porthole. We had so many laughs! We took the dogs for a stroll through the village, then sat around camp getting caught up. A few beers might have been consumed. We walked to a nearby steakhouse and had dinner and drinks. Then played cards (gin rummy) until way past my bedtime! It was a great day! 

 Porthole peek!

Porthole peek!

 Fiona loves her Jane!

Fiona loves her Jane!

Fiona was sad to see Jane and Millie leave. She was so tired after the visit, that she was too lazy to stand to look out the porthole.

 Luckily there's this handy ledge for her lazy head!

Luckily there's this handy ledge for her lazy head!

 I think Fiona has finally realized that this her home and can relax. She would always lay on her back, or against a wall when we lived in a regular house. It took her about 7 weeks to lay that way in the camper. It makes me happy to see this! Actually, as I was writing that, she was laying, spread eagle on the couch and farted and woke herself up! Now, that's comfort! 

 Toot...What was that???

Toot...What was that???