The red buds were a bright contrast to the greens and browns of the still-dormant foliage.
The park is surrounded by farmland. The years of repair work to this barn caught my attention.
A stand of trees grows on the road to the park.
The trails were wet and hilly, but not too technical. Also, being from Florida, I'd never seen a no snowmobiling sign on a trail before.
LeeAnn and Barnie enjoy the lake view.
The lake is an about 3/4 mile walk from our campsite.
There are a lot of broken trees like this in the park, but this one was bigger than most that we saw. I wouldn't be able to touch both sides of the opening at the same time.
Most of the deciduous trees don't have their leaves yet.
Barnie wears his hoodie as he keeps watch over the wilderness outside our campsite.
Near the entrance is a shelter for self check-in.
We had the park nearly to ourselves after the weekend crowd left.
Our camper is seen from near the bathhouse. At one point, there was only one other camper in the park.
And finally, what's camping without a campfire?