Labor Day

Labor Day began as our traditional breakfast up the canyon or at the park  . . .

 

But the power kept tripping, 1/2 the outlets didn't work, Dad had already ran to Walmart twice for extension cords and such, and we just couldn't cook our planned feast . . .
 

 

so we abandoned the park and came to our new - only in for 2 days - house.  And good thing Mom had brought everything prepared to cook at the park because my kitchen amenities were just as helpful as the park's would have been.