After neglecting the cabin and Bear Lake in general nearly all summer (I blame the goats and Pig), not only did the kids get to go for a day at the beach with Abe, Kenya and Daisy in late August; but we took them all again just a week or so later for the long Labor Day weekend.
Because Mike loves me, he made sure, when he stopped to get groceries for us on his way up, that I didn't have to go a full weekend without the almonds that the kids all claim I have a legitimate addiction to. I'm sure I can stop at any time. ...
You can always tell if a photo was taken on a Sunday evening by the presence of white undershirts on several of the boys. (A sure sign that they were wearing a dress shirt earlier that day and discarded it.)
We've taken so many walks around the dirt-road loop by our cabin.
We tried a new hike at Mike's suggestion. Afterwards he told me he'd likely have to wait for me to post about it on my blog to know what I really thought about it.
Well. There were a lot of torn-up trail parts that were nearly impossible to push the jog stroller through -- much less walk past, but, luckily for Mike, it's been long enough already that I only vaguely recall those tricky parts and otherwise mostly remember that the weather was lovely and it was pretty.
We stopped at Utah State's creamery on our way home.
The End
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We stopped at Utah State's creamery on our way home.
The End
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2 comments:
Yum, almonds! I have a stash in my bag too for if I get hungry when we're out and about. DO your boys always wear undershirts, by the way? Mine never do. And how would they? I have never bought an undershirt in my life. This has never troubled me until this moment, when I remember that I wore undershirts when I was little, and so did my brothers. And your boys too apparently. So what am I missing? Why this extra piece of clothing? Is it to keep the Sunday shirt from getting sweaty or something??
Well I really don’t know. I’ve never worn and undershirt. But for some reason I have been under the impression that a church shirt must have a white undershirt beneath it. I don’t know where the idea came from, but I don’t know that we could stop now! It would feel like I was as bold as the new fangled folks that don’t use a top sheet, just a blanket. And I am not that bold!
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