A million visitors a year and still we can find our own private lagoon.
The bigger picture…
Of course, if you do want to hang with us keep in mind that our toilet is a bucket, the eight-man tent is a bit tight, our shade shelter consists of mismatched poles, two ropes and a blue tarp and I usually forget to pack spoons, plates, water and more than two towels.
You’ll see a lot of muscle flexing.
My own personal muscle man.
Why do I let her in these pictures?
Oh yeah, that’s why!
Are you OK with Gabe driving the boat?
No, no, he’s being supervised.
And now he’s experienced enough to teach Miss Mary to drive.
Ben backflipping off the bow.
Playing the tube game.
Bailing out. Um, yeah, I cracked a rib or two doing this.
Everyone fights over the cot. It’s the one cool, comfortable place to sleep.
Gabriel saw little need to leave the campsite. He alternated between playing Star Wars, Indiana Jones and Narnia.
Miss M takes digging quite seriously, “If you want me to like you, stay away from my sandcastles!”
Now, I’ve seen and heard those sweet mommas who make sandwiches and say, “Oh you kids waterski; I’m happy watching you.”
But from me you are more likely to hear:
“Me first while the water is good!”
“Hey, make Hans drop. I see some nice water up ahead.”
“I’ll take another turn, you all look too tired.”
We bought the boat less than a year ago so everyone is in the learning stage. But the boys are catching the fever so my days of being a selfish waterskier are numbered.
Xanderman went from, “I don’t want to get in. I’m afraid the fish will bite my toes.” to “My turn, me again!” in less than a day.
Gabe and Mary called Lucy the kitty every day to check on her(many thanks to Grandma Zoe for spoiling her while we were away).
Despite our vigilant sunscreen efforts, cute Hansie got fried.
The best part of a vacation is the time. Time that you don’t keep track of by a watch; time to just laugh and play and tell silly stories and listen to music and just love being together.
So who wants to come along? We’re headed back sometime in July. You might want to bring your own towel and change of underwear.