Last week the Three M's and I went on vacation to Raystown Lake.
Raystown Lake used to be a river that was dammed to make a lake. It is 26 miles long and very windy. There are also a couple of small rivers that run into the lake that are big enough for a boat to travel on. We found one of those by accident and went about a mile before we figured out we were on the wrong body of water.
But anyway, we arrived at our home for the week on Sunday. See the little brown cabins in the background? We stayed in one of those.
While we unpacked the boating stuff, the fishing stuff, the camping stuff (it felt a little like the clown car from the circus) and the food from the car, the little Ms found their own activity...
They sat on this little bridge often during the week and threw rocks where water would flow after a hard rain. There was no water in it during our week at the lake. This was how they passed the time waiting on the big M and me to get ready.
It did not take us long to get settled in.
Once we got the lay of the land, so to speak, we put the boat in the water and went for a ride. After five minutes on the water, the boys wanted to go swimming. So we pulled over into a little cove, and off they went.
They were having so much fun, it wasn't long before...
the big M joined the fun!
I stayed on the boat and got in a little reading while the guys swam, and swam, and swam.
After they were done swimming, we dried off and headed back to land for supper.
More vacation tales in the next post. Until then...