Our Annual Bass Lake Trip. I love this tradition. I love that Alan loves it too. We are always sad when the week is over.
We relaxed. Laughed. Talked. Read. Swam. Ate. Floated. Tubed. Fished. Wake boarded. Ate some more. Fed ducks. Slept in. Held babies. Built mud volcanos. Befriended "Moose", the puppy. Played games. Had Movie nights and boat rides to Millers. The "Bass Lake Fairy" made her nightly visit to sleeping children, and we are already counting down the days until next year . . .
The tree trunk was new this year.
They balanced, jumped, and sat on the trunk, and it never got old.
They also took jumping to a new height. They did this over and over again. Justin loved this. What a brave little guy! No picture, just the one in my head.
The relaxation station below.
Grandma and Grandpa. Super cute!
One of the pirate ships.
We kind of go a little crazy with all of the rafts and floating toys.
The Red Rocket
Some of the cousins ( minus 6 ) with their bags on a scavenger hunt Sunday afternoon.
Ryan with Cart Cart. (We are still singing Yo Gabba Gabba songs.)
Ahhh, sucking down a Rootbeer Freeze. My fave.
Every night as the sun went down, the kids would fish. Lindsay, Grams, and the boys baited the worms and crickets. Kids hooked fish left and right. The bucket would fill up with a family of fish and then we would dump them back in. Good to know we weren't swimming alone.
Ryan designed the T shirts for this year and Grams had them made.
Nice job Ry!
Love these memories.