On Saturday night, we packed up our little car and headed to Devil's Lake for the night. Of course, we hadn't called ahead... when we drove into the park, the first thing we saw was a sign that said "Campsites Full." Fortunately, someone had just cancelled, so we got the very last site!
My mom lives not too far from Devil's Lake, so she came to our campsite for supper. We made tried-and-true hobo dinners, wrapped in foil and cooked over the fire. Karl also made a pineapple upside down cake, which is quickly becoming his signature dish.
After my mom left, Karl and I took the canoe out. There was a full moon and the lake was empty and quiet, except for a wedding dance in the boathouse. We could see our moonshadows on the water.
We may have had a little two-person beach dance party (our headlamps both have flashing modes; they're like mini strobe lights). I couldn't help it... the DJ played my favorite wedding dance song, Don't Stop Believing by Journey. Seriously I always request it, but usually I can't remember the name of it so I have to say/sing, "You know that song that goes, 'Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world...' Can you play that one?"
The next day we went for a hike and took in the fall colors. A lot of people like to rock climb at Devil's Lake. I just like to walk around and eat granola bars.
On the way home, we stopped at an apple orchard for cider to wrap up our getaway.