This took way too long to get all of these pictures up... so writing seemed daunting... somehow it was less so if I told myself I didn't have to write in paragraph form.
It was so fun.
Kind of cold in the mornings, perfect in the afternoons.
Which is dreamy to me because I live in an oven. Remember?
Except when I had a fever and couldn't warm up and had to sit in the bottom of the tiny hot shower for like an hour at 6am.
I couldn't get enough family.
Or enough little crispy chocolate chip TJ's cookies.
Or enough of Ian's camp cooking.
Or enough of the wise old trees.
The beach was gorgeous.
Besides the tar stuck to all of our feet. Eww.
We had s'mores around the fire.
The cousins ran around, jumped off of logs, explored, climbed trees, rode bikes, went for hikes.
We woke up with cold noses.
And didn't brush our hair for three days.