We are here:
And this:is how we feel about it.
I grew up coming up to the lake every summer. We lived here. Since my parents wrote books they could do it from anywhere so they chose here. Man am I ever glad. And I don't want my kids to miss out on it.
So we come up every July...all of July. Dave comes and hangs with us for a while before he heads back to work. Then we're on our own, except that we come up with as many of my family members as can join us. My sisters and their kids, and even sister-in-laws come for most of the month too.
The cousins bond.
And learn to ski.
The parents catch up.
And play tennis.
We stay up and play games.
We get eaten by mosquitoes.
We watch our kids turn as brown as coconuts as they build sand castles and dig holes on the beach.
We go through food like nobody's business.
We don't get much sleep.
...And we can't get enough of it.
We better live it up before we have to start staying in the desert in the summer for camps and teenage jobs and all that.
Everything is so simple here. We work on summer goals and cook...a lot. We only brought a couple outfits so laundry is so simple.
The problem: we're already half way through!
I can't stand how fast time is flying by.