Saturday was the going-away party for Shelbie that almost didn’t happen.  After a very iffy start to the day – actually, iffy is far too vague. The start to the day was nothing short of horrible. The radar was all shades of yellow, magenta and red. An angry looking radar to say the least.  With flash flood warnings, thunderstorm and gale force wind warnings and that nasty looking radar with thunderstorms stacked up back through Nebraska, it was time to forget the white tent (much as I hated to) and move the party into the barn. We scrambled and then, of course, the skies cleared…….

Vintage Vernors crate was a great Etsy find. Wildflowers a lakeside find. Poison ivy on my feet? Why it’s the gift that keeps on giving!

Friends and family, of course.

Cameras, both vintage and new.

Elmer T. drove the ’49 International KB5 – which worked out very well as the flatbed was fantastic for extra seating and coordinated nicely with tablecloths (yeah, I’m nerdy that way).

Of course there was tons of good food (very handy having a sister that loves to cook and does it very, very well) as well as cake & ice cream.

Card games

Volleyball. Can you guess how soggy the lawn was?

A little swimming, wake surfing and boat rides.

Of course Sam was in on all the action.

What a gorgeous sunset. What’s the saying? ‘Red sky at night, sailors delight……’ Of course the weather was picture perfect the next day…. all’s well that ends well, right?

After all the tiki torches were extinguished, dishes washed and tent dismantled I think I can safely say that a great time was had by all.

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