Strange habits

We have a strange habit of taking pictures of our feet whenever we go somewhere. I should clarify, not just anywhere, but vacations usually. We're not a mushy couple, and I guess its easier than asking someone else to take the requisite picture of the two of us posing insincerely in front of some tourist attraction. Plus I almost always close my eyes or have a double chin or have something stuck between my teeth. Far better, I think, to show you the stuff between my toes.
We went camping last Monday night in a national forest on a lake that I'm not going to name because it is too crowded already and the litter in and around the primitive campsites was depressing. I've been going there for almost 20 years, and we would always clean up left-behind litter while we were there, but this time there was too much. We would have needed more time (we were only there for one night), and a lot more garbage bags. Why are people such turkeys?
We had a wonderful time, and the lake is still a beautiful, clean lake, so that was good. And the best thing was that Solomon swam for the first time (voluntarily at least)! He had a bad experience as a puppy, running full tilt and jumping off of a rock into the lake in early March. He thought the water was still land, silly puppy. It was cold and scary and scarred him for life. He's four now, and after our coaxing, he swam circles around us. Yes, we are way too entertained by our dog. But he's a good dog.