There is no better place than camp in July. Except maybe Balsam Lake – but only if there is a power failure at camp, preventing someone from playing Wii and turning off the air conditioning. We took a chance and stayed until after supper on Sunday, thinking everyone other cottager would decide to leave early and cut a great day short. We were wrong. It took us an extra hour to get home, but it was worth a great day on the water.
Since I’m still quite tired and looking to hit the sack early, I’m going to let the photos do the talking:
Sandcastles in the afternoon – check out that moat…
A visit with ‘cousin’ Zoey the Golden Retriever:
Movies and fireworks outside Saturday night – we had to cut it short due to the bugs!
More lazy time lounging on the river Sunday:
The best line came from Findley on Sunday afternoon. He, Cousin Mick and Grandpa were working hard to get Finn’s new kite in the air and as soon as it was airborne, Findley ran over to Grandpa and said: “Ok Grandpa, it’s my turn now… Grandpa, Grandpa! It’s my turn!” When Grandpa didn’t respond (Because he was busy trying to get the kite to stay in the air), Findley yelled out “Hey, it’s not even YOUR kite!” Finally, Grandpa turned over the string to the kite and almost three minutes later, Findley had had enough kite flying for the day.