Kelly and I introduced Arnold to mountain camping this fall. While Linda was off on her girl's trip to Alaska, the three of us headed to Camp Edison at Shaver Lake. It's been about ten years since we last visited what was once our annual end of summer outing with the Gillespies, Johnsons, and Thomases. Arnold became a water dog on this trip (sort of). Ducks floating in the lake just out of his reach were what it took to cure him of his hydrophobia (not rabies -- he's had all his shots).