This summer we tackled two big projects. Project 1: put in our backyard. Project 2: have a baby. And that was pretty much our entire summer.
We weren’t able to get away for a family vacation, so we decided to try to slip away in September. We chose the fun, funky cabin near Pinecrest lake. The same one we stayed in last September with our good friends. The cabin that hasn’t changed since the 70′s, the one without cell service, no TV, a record player, and a phone with a spiral cord. It’s starting to feel like a second home to the kiddos.
The afternoon we arrived storm clouds threatened to dump rain on our open trailer full of food and clothes. But the weather held out until we were about 15 minutes from the cabin. By the time we had unloaded the hail was pouring from the sky and piling up on the back porch of the cabin. The kids squealed and jumped around; scooping up handfuls of ice. We were cozy inside listening to the thunder rumble all around us.
Miss E used the entire downstairs as her personal dance floor.
We did bring up our old TV and our DVD player to watch movies in the evening. Their Daddy had secretly bought all of the Star Wars movies as a surprise for the boys. J and G had been begging us to let them watch the series for a while now, and we felt that they were old enough to watch some of the episodes.
J was thrilled because he got to have one room all to himself. I wish I would have taken a picture of him in his room. I walked by and saw him tucked into the giant king-sized bed with a stack of comic books next him. He was as happy as I can remember him being!
Grandpa and Grandma W. came up to stay with us for a night and a day. We took a quick hike around part of Lake Pinecrest. Last year we hiked all the way around the lake, but this year we just hiked to the damn and back.
My favorite quote of the day was when Grandma W admitted that peanuts were her favorite kind of nut. Grandpa W teasingly remarked that peanuts were a “low class nut” (I should mention that he’s an almond farmer). Grandma W. smiled and said, “Well I guess peanuts are just right then; a low class nut for a low class nut!”
After our hike we parked our folding chairs by the lake while the guys fished a little. The water was a little cold, and as the afternoon wore on a cool breeze picked up. We were all looking forward to the warn cabin by the end of the day.
The day after the grandparents left the boys rose early and got ready for a day-hike up to Sonora Peak. Miss E was battling a bad head cold so the girls stayed put. We spent the day putting together puzzles and watching musicals.
All of the pictures of the hike were taken by my husband. I made him promise to take lots of pictures. The hail storm that greeted us our first day had also left a light layer of snow on the peaks, so the boys ran into a little snow on their hike. Just enough left to scoop up some snowballs and toss at each other.
We stayed at the cabin for 4 days and 4 nights. On the last day Daddy took the three oldest kiddos out fishing while I started to clean the cabin. They had gone fishing several times during our vacation, but the boys had yet to catch a fish of their own.
On the very last day they both caught their very own lake trout! Nothing gives a boy fishing fever like catching his own fish. As we drove down the mountain towards home they were already planning their next fishing trip.
One last memory I want to write down so I won’t forget…
On the last day, as I was cleaning and packing up the very last of our things, I look up to see Miss E with her head bent and shoulders shaking. She looks up at me with giants tears streaking down her face and says in between sobs, “I don’t want to leave the cabin! I’m just going to miss it SO much! I don’t want to leave!!”. As I’m doing my best to console her I look across the room and see G, sitting on the couch with tears pouring out of his eyes too! For the first 10 miles of the ride home both of them cried until they wore themselves out. That night when I tucked G into his own bed and kissed him, he smiled and said, “It’s so nice to be home mom!”.