A tiny little Arctic Blast decided to swoop it's way down on the exact day we headed out for our latest camping adventure. Imagine that?! We've had gorgeous weather the past several weeks, but on the third week of August, all beauty left and was replaced with Old Man Winter reaching his crooked, ugly claws into our highly anticipated camping weekend.
The day we left to drive the 3 hours north the expected high was 55. In August!!! I don't think it ever really made it to 55. Also, we had a 25 mile an hour wind gust to deal with. Oh, and it was a lovely shade of gray all day long. Windy, cold and gray just makes things feel even colder. I tried to stay optimistic, I really did. I even came up with a list of three things to be thankful about:
1. there are no mosquitos when it's this cold
2. sunsets are usually pretty with this much cloud cover
3. we're together
See...I tried. To make matters even worse, there wasn't even one teeny tiny hiking trail to be found. Not a one. We are hikers. Big time. *Big Sigh*. Oh well. After setting up camp, we walked over to our friend's campsite and all sat in their pop-up which had heat. Forget a campfire, we need propane!
Technically it was nicer the next day. The sun came out. Woo-hoo! But it wasn't necessarily warmer. And the wind was still going strong. This second day we planned to go out on the pontoon boat and fish. Actually, that was supposed to be the plan for the first day and the second day we were supposed to get a speed boat and water-ski. This was an activity I was especially looking forward to being that I've never been water-skiing. But the water apparently had just thawed out from this past winter and was un-swimmable unless you had on a wet suit or are native to this region.
COLD was the theme of this whole disastrous adventure. On the third day we woke up to 38 degrees. We don't have heat in our tents. Nor did we bring winter coats. However, as we packed up to go home, it was warming up nicely. By time we left it was a balmy 70 degrees out. We just have the worst luck ever.
Like I said, awesome sunset. There will be alot of these since I'm trying to stay positive.
I stayed on the dock for a long time soaking it all in. This was my happy place.
All the cold seemed to melt as I stood here gazing at the heavens with a smile on my face.
There are another 30 sunset pictures on my camera. You're lucky I only posted 3.
The campsite. It was nice and large.
Chloe also took advantage of the sunset with me.
Bennett climbed a tree at sunset
Chloe and I took a selfie at sunset.
Sitting around the campfire at sunset. (Notice the 'sunset' theme yet?)
Those with shorts on and short sleeves were just plain crazy.
Day Two on the pontoon
Gavin's first ever fish. No, he didn't catch it with his bare hands.
He used a fishing pole and bait. He says he'll never fish again though.
Bennett getting a lesson from Dad on how to cast.
He called his fishing pole his Fish Stick. Only Bennett.
Apparently his fish stick worked great because he caught the biggest fish of everyone.
He caught a Rock Bass. I guess you don't eat these fish because we threw everyone of them back.
Chloe's first ever fish. You can tell she's not so sure about it. She also said she'll
probably never fish again. She feels bad about putting a hole in the fish's mouth.
The obligatory flower photo. I'm drawn to sunsets and flowers. I can't help it. I love beauty
and this is where I find it. Unfortunately, I don't find fish beautiful.
Chuck and Gavin way up in the perfect climbing tree.
