Tater strikes again

Last night was our last campfire at the House on Cond. Because sound travels so well across water, we benefited from the music pumping at Shady Point campground. The D.J.'s selection contained a lot of country. Yee-Hah! We could sense that the Shady Point crowd was gettin' down and Trev guessed that they were probably line-dancing. Once again our Tater didn't hear quite right and he said, "that would be fun..."blind-dancing". Everyone just ties on a blind-fold and starts dancing. Then, whoever you touch first is the person you dance with!" Line-dancing? Blind-dancing? Doesn't matter - let's just dance.