We just got back from camping at Lost Lake and it was so beautiful and so fun. This was our first time there. I know many families go there every year so I was warned it was really busy. It was, but by Monday it was more mellow and we had our pick of watercraft to rent and we made the most of it. We stayed in tents and walked in, which was wonderful because it felt very isolated, but it did aggravate the stress fracture in my foot that I had gotten the previous weekend at the beach, that I was in denial about. I made an unwise shoe decision at the beach (who knew Birks would make hurt my feet?) and the hiking in and out of the campsite with all of our gear was probably not the best for healing. But it was still fun. However, now I am limping. The night we came home Delia fell out of a hammock, or was sort of swung out. I know there was not safe hammock play happening. She has a tough looking mild black eye I'm trying to convince her not to cover with make-up. Sadie has burnt shins and lots of bugs bites, or maybe it's a rash. Summer!
That photo of the pretty design Sadie is drawing—that's her dotting a paper towel. I had forgotten how fun that is and was the perfect fireside activity for all of us while we told very confusing ghost stories. I realized it was better to just listen than ask questions. There was some continuity problems. Crazy Eyes was my favorite. And I'm told it's "totally true."