After spending an afternoon and evening at ‘the farm,’ the next day dawned bright and early. Colleen and her oldest two sons, Jan and Per, ran a footrace which conveniently ended at the state park where we happened to be camping. We cheered them on, enjoyed post-race music and awards (Jan was third in his age-group), grabbed some lunch (I borrowed Colleen’s youngest sons, Rafe and Kai, so I could experience what it was like to have 5 boys ~ 7, 6, 5, 4, and almost 3), and met down on the beach.
They brought their canoe for the day. It certainly was in serious use for the rest of the afternoon. Jan and their Luke were kind enough to row Rafe, Levi, Luke, and Leif over to a nearby island for some exploring.
Hans (Colleen’s husband) swam out to the island and brought Leif back in the canoe. He and Kai were best buds.
Hans and Per then gathered up the rest of the crew still exploring the island.
Russ and Hans supervised more canoe fun, which lasted the rest of the afternoon.
If the boys weren’t in the canoe, they were climbing rocks and investigating tide pools. Colleen and I spent the day lounging in the sun, relishing the slight breeze, and talking up a storm.
The sun fell lower in the sky. The tide rose and covered many of the small islands and tide pools.
Does it get any better than this? Seriously.
