My husband is such a typical male. He dreams of one day owning a boat – you know the kind – big, with a powerful motor. So his mom and dad bought one for him last summer. Not the one of his dreams as they are normal middle class people, not millionaires. It fits in a box and lives and under the bench seat in our trailer. There is a handy manual pump to blow it up and the plastic oars came complete with oar locks. You can see a shot of it in my earlier post Taking a break!.
Pete spent a lot of his summers as a kid on the water whether at his parents’ cabin or at summer camp. He lifeguarded for a time in his teens and taught swimming so he still loves to get out on the water or get wet. Two families with us brought a kayak each and Pete took the opportunity to take the girls out for a little ride. H oddly enough melted down, even though she’s been kayaking before, and wouldn’t get in. The other two loved it.
The highlight of all our beach trips were the salamanders. Cleawox Lake was teeming with them.
Being near the sand dunes presented us with a great chance to try something new to us. I bought each of the girls a sand disk and they tried riding them into the water. S had a few good runs up on the higher dunes at the beach. Our last day at Honeyman, we went back to Woahink Lake but to a different beach area and the girls played in the sand without a care as to how cold it was with the wind blowing off the lake. And they finished off the visit to the lake by sitting on their sand disks and eating Cheesies – what a mess!
A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of hell.
George Bernard Shaw