For a price.
In other words; oh my goodness, how breathtakingly magical could one place get.
Right down the path from our double campsite was this lake. Jill thought to bring the canoe and Greg went through the trouble of doing so and the effort was not wasted!!
It was almost as fun watching from the beach as it was taking the tour. Except for that first night when the spectators on the beach were debating whether or not Jill and I were capable of getting back. We remembered the radios after that one. (Though for the record we were perfectly fine and in control.)
Josiah decided swimming along would be even more fun.
And look at the thanks Greg got for his effort. I think you'd have to refer to that as a puppy pile.
Up at camp there was a small cabin which quickly became the official club house.
The priceless play house.
Our combined gaggle, six if anyone is counting, (plus Sarah) spent hours, decorating, sweeping, and arranging, then convening, deliberating, and negotiating and finally playing in said cabin.
It was awesome!
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