Family at the Lake

One of my favorite memories as a child is speeding over open waters in my Uncle George’s boat. One by one, he’d let the kids gear up in the driver’s seat and put the ‘pedal to the metal’, darting over the waves. Freedom. Exhilaration. Excitement.

If you were a kid, when you weren’t on the boat, you were climbing trees and racing from point to point with all of your cousins. Somewhere in between stopping for snacks,  a soda if you were lucky, and then charging back out again. Dashing and splashing in the water, running in between the adults, and waiting for your turn on the boat.

Ah, those were the days.

Family lake days.

This past weekend a new generation of family spent the day at the Lake. We were like a bunch of first timers. We packed too much food and not enough shelter (or we did but the wind over took it half way through the day.)  I forgot to pack sweats for my family. We discovered ‘water shoes’ are worth every penny. And we remembered just how fun it is to get away with family, just because.


There was no boat this time, but there were jet skis, two of them and they were used pretty much every second of the day. Even most of the Littles went out.
 

Others decided to crash and catch a nap.

Or play at the beach.

The kids lounged in the raft for most of the afternoon.   

They even tried to turn the raft into a bed and take a siesta.

Water balloon fights were a highlight.

Only to be reminded of a few boundaries here and there.     

Sailor was passed from hand to hand, arm to arm all day long.


And this is where I signed off and put the camera away to enjoy the windy afternoon and watch my kids make some memories with all of their cousins.

~mrs. dunbar