Thanksgiving week came and went so fast that before we knew it Sunday was here. The kids were well enough that we all made it to church on time. Barely.
With the kids heading back to school tomorrow, we wanted to do something fun with them. John got out the fishing poles and we all went to the lake.
The drive was gorgeous.
We walked across this bridge to get to the island's hiking trails.
Nolan was very adventurous.
Paul was excited to fish.
Andrew would have happily fished all day.
The family walk around the island was lovely. The weather was perfect, the trail was not too hard, and none of the kids got lost.
Oliver was a fearless explorer-- I haven't decided if that is good or bad yet-- LOL.
The playground at Martin Creek was thoroughly enjoyed. The natural ground... the metal and wood play structure... and all the trees with their leaves rustling in the breeze was a breath of fresh air. Literally. We are used to playgrounds made with plastic, the ground coated in rubber, and tarps shielding us from the beating sun. All with a grimy feel and smell. This play area was quite the opposite and my kids could have spent hours there if we let them.
While we were walking over to the playground Nolan told me he had to use the bathroom. I told him that I knew where the bathroom was and I would take him right over. Somehow he interpreted that as: stop right on the trail, whip out your penis above your pant waistline, and go pee right there. I was mortified for a brief second knowing that there were two campers hanging out above us in their tree tent watching our family... amused I'm sure.
Oh well, chalk this up as something we will forever remember.
Love you Martin Creek Lake! We'll be back!