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| Sunday, October 30, 2005

The Wayt family has a tradition of journeying in the summer to "The Sanctuary," an island resort on the beautiful Lake of the Woods in Canada. This was the first summer I was baptised in... and they even survived having me as part of the family. I of course loved the whole thing. We didn't have as good of weather or fishing this year as they have in the past, but we still managed to have a wonderful time.


My glory (Samantha) and her cousin Molly getting a bit goofy with the cameras.




Grandpa Richie playing Catch Phrase. He would usually win.

Andy instructing Grandma Char and the rest of us on the deep things of life... and Catch Phrase.
Richie and Chuck share a father/son moment.
I am attacked by Jackson (much to everyone's delight).

That is Molly on my left, and my beauty on my right
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Grandpa and grand daughter.

Here's some beauty of God's nature.








Yours truly down on the dock.

Richie and Char - the patriarchs - at the dinner table in the cabin.

Gathered around a scrumptuous meal. It tastes better cooked outdoors.

Samantha with her grandparents.

Fresh catch.

Grandma proud of her two granddaughters.