If you've been reading my blog for awhile, you may remember that we went to Boyne last year at this time. We had so much fun, that I wanted to go again. One Sunday in July I haunted my computer all day long and managed to f5 enough that I caught a two night vacancy. I grabbed it. A couple days later, by some huge stroke of luck, I was able to snag two more nights right behind my first two.
I texted my traveling husband and shared that I now had four nights in Boyne and that I'd be going there with the kids on our way home from upper Michigan and that it would be awesome if he'd be able to come up and join us for one, or two, or maybe even four nights. He happened to be next to his boss when that text came through, so he showed it to him directly.
He got the time off. I didn't dare believe it until we actually saw him. He's had the craziest work summer to date, and he's had some crazy work summers.
We left my mom's house at 7:30 Monday morning and got to Petoskey where he had to drop off his rental car (he had commuted from Chicago where he was working for the weekend) just ten minutes after him.
We transfered his luggage to the trunk and sat on it to get it shut.
He hadn't been able to come on this vacation last year, so we all had fun showing him the hot spots. We checked in, threw our luggage into the room and headed straight to the ski lift.
Mark did fine on the ski lift last year. This year? Not so much.
In fact, we had to walk down. Brian had ridden up with me and wanted to ride down with Greg. Last year we walked down as well, but last year it was for my mom.
I knew what I was in for. Had I known I was going to be in for it on this outing, I'd have worn better shoes and brought my hiking stick. Alas.
Stepping carefully is essential. One wrong step and suddenly it's running instead of walking with a hard time stopping as you can see in last years photos.
After our hike and dinner - SWIMMING, 7th day in a row. I'm sure that's our family record.