At least once on vacation, I love to walk down the lane to see what I can see.
Peeking between cottages
We peeked through another open spot:
Hey, that was my Dad down there, at the dock in his boat! My mom, Danny, and I knocked on the W. family's door, went through to their deck, visited a while, then hopped in the boat with Dad and took off.
We came across the guys (Fernando, Jacob, and cousin Alaric) fishing:
This is what one's hair looks like after one goes on a boat ride:
This is the treehouse where I played throughout my growing-up years:
At the house, we played lots of multi-player solitaire:
And that particular evening, we enjoyed another fantastic concert--the Atkinson family bluegrass band:
My dad enjoyed chatting with a schoolmate from long ago:
The next morning, we finished up the huckleberries in some breakfast muffins:
Since it was raining that day, Mom and I fit a game of Scrabble in:
And, on our final full day at the lake...
We enjoyed a last boat ride:
We fully enjoyed our last sunset of vacation:
A little later on
On our last morning, I always take a goodbye picture of my beloved lake:
This year, we thought we'd try to take a family picture, one worthy of a Christmas card. Alas, the facial expressions didn't quite work out so well, so we went with a goofy shot.
No, no, no. The above is not the goofy shot. That is what I saw in my viewfinder as I was getting the camera set up. :)
Here is our goofy shot:
And that concludes our Lake Bonaparte vacation.
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