Because we now have 385,284,275 house projects left before we leave for Australia (we managed to complete 2 but added 6 more), and I'm competing in a triathlon next weekend, I'm going to let the pictures do most of the talking for this post.
We spent every one of our 7 days in Maine at the lake, loading up with boogie boards, oars, and a stocked cooler shortly after breakfast and returning home after lunch for a rest. Before dinner, we'd head back for some more swimming, and after dinner a group would venture out yet again for fishing. The beach chairs are an upgrade from when my grandparents sat and chatted there 30 years ago, but everything else is amazingly, wonderfully, the same.
|Pleasant Mountain, view from the beach|
|my boys, on the rock that seemed so huge when I jumped off it as a kid|
|cousins out on the dock|
|Sam enjoying a sand castle meditation|
The fish didn't bite much this year; I didn't catch a single one. My brother clearly had the magic touch and caught something each day, but the kids definitely got an exercise in patience. Jackson and Alex never got a nibble in the brutally hot fishing tournament, but they were excited to fish every day nonetheless.
|Jackson, Lexie and Alex|
|Alex in a moment of heavy concentration|
|Is it just me, or should this be a rain slicker ad (hear me, Target?)|
Patience paid off, and there were some successes.
|Nana with her catch|
|Kenyon keeping a lookout for the giant snapping turtle|
|Kenyon, Jackson, Alex, and cousin Dylan waiting for the results of the fishing tournament|
As the next step of stretching his wings, we allowed Jackson to go out fishing on a boat, with just his 10-year old cousin and a friend. For two hours. I had a knot in my stomach in the beginning (okay, for at least an hour), but they came back right on time. They had caught a fish and rode to an island, where they made a fire, cooked the fish, and ate it. That's the stuff 8-year old boy dreams are made of right there, and I'm so happy that he got to do it.
|Whenever I applied sunscreen, Alex asked me to make sure I protected his freckles. I love this one.|
|reading with Uncle Matt|
|cousin bunkroom with the same sheets I used 30 years ago. Are multicolor swirls still all the rage? :)|
|cousins shucking corn|
|lobster and mussel feast for Nana's birthday|
|Lexie and Captain Eyelashes|
Maine, we will miss you next year, but as always, we can't wait to come back.