Or so say my kids.
Sunday was our last day, so we had to fit this in or I'd never hear the end of it.
After church, we had lunch (ice cream waffles) at my mom's house and then headed to Houghton. My mom dropped me and the boys off and she and Wendy went on an adventure of their own. Had the boys asked me to climb with them - I might have, but they didn't.
After they climbed for a good half hour, we headed to the beach. We never swam here before - there are too many better options that are so close, but now they can say they swam here too.
With my mom and Wendy back from their adventure (they aren't saying much - but I'm guessing it involved chocolate) we walked towards the bridge. My kids have never walked the bridge and it seemed like a good trip to check that off our list.
The bridge had lifted just shortly before we got on it. They sound a series of warning blasts that I imagine must hurt the ears if you're actually on the bridge.
It was hot enough out that we had thought we'd grab some supper and then head out to find another beach but this one crashed hard. I think the week of fun in the sun finally caught up to him and he may have been a little dehydrated. He had the headache, fever, etc. He took a long nap, woke up for a bit and went to bed early. He was fine for traveling the next day.
Beach plans canceled - we rerouted. I got a few things packed, walked to the corner to photograph these flowers, and my mom and I did our annual walk at Lakeview Cemetary.
On Monday we loaded up and headed out for the next bit of our summer vacation journey.