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Our camp in the great woods along Lake Michigan.
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Breakfast with the Van Dykes.
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Time for a mass picnic. .
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Nobody grills over na open fire like Pastor Wayne.
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Two grills, no waiting!
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Meanwhile, the kids would just as soon dig in the
dirt. Nuthin more fun than a hole in the ground.
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And what could be better atfer a picnic than a water-balloon
fight?
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Except maybe a rousing game of Euchre!
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Sheltered from the rain, our Sunday morning worship.
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A Group Shot of Everyone. What a great weekend.
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