Who cares what the calendar says! We know summer is here because of the juicy strawberries and fragrant magnolias. We picked up these strawberries at the farmer’s market the other day, and baked up some shortcake.
Our town presented some polka music the other night at the grassy corner music lawn. We popped over for a few minutes and found ourselves toe-tapping and even singing along to “You are my sunshine.” We were impressed with the band. While there were some young families and children there, the majority of the crowd no doubt qualifies for senior coffee at McDonald’s. And just in case you were wondering what the orthopedic shoe crowd looks like…..
The girls both found themselves the owners of face issues. Koma ran into a display grill at Bass Pro Shop on Sunday, hitting right at eyebrow level. Initially that night it didn’t look like anything but by morning her eyelid swelled significantly. Somehow it didn’t bother her much and we played at the park and swam as if nothing was amiss. Then Monday night, Unni tripped on concrete and did a face plant with her right cheek. Ouch! Mom has been distressed the past couple of days but both girls seem totally fine.
We told the girls Friday night about a surprise trip on Saturday. They were excited, of course, and made several guesses about where we were going. Unni said, “you mean, like a field trip?” I haven’t a clue where she learned that phrase but I affirmed her question. We left early in the morning to try to beat the crowd and heat, and our plan worked out very well to my amazement. I don’t know if it’s the surprise element or leaving early but the girls handled the road trip fine. By the time they saw the brown zoo sign, they were super-pumped about their surprise. And as hoped, they were thrilled to see all the animals. We only walked half the zoo during the morning, and that was plenty for all of us. Someday, several years down the road, we might have enough oomph to actually see “North America” but this time we stuck to Africa again. It’s always amazing to me to see elephants, giraffes, zebras, lemurs, rhinoceroses, gorillas. chimpanzees, baboons, etc live and in person. We love sharing these exciting experiences with our girls. They are both still talking about this trip.
Saturday morning, after our yummy breakfast (thanks, men!), we hiked up a small trail to the outlook at the entrance of the resort. Breathtaking view!
We headed back for our lunch of “walking tacos” which are chili in Fritos bags (thanks Pioneer Woman!). I had frozen it and Dad thawed it out over the fire in the morning and it kept perfectly warm while we explored the tower.
In the late afternoon, we all swam at the Lodge in a very heated pool. The temperature of the water may have been warmer than what our girls usually bathe in, but given how chilly it was outside, we sure didn’t mind! We ate a yummy chicken fajita supper which we unfortunately didn’t photograph. I think we were too busy actually eating the delicious meal that we forgot.
The sunset that evening was spectacular. The rays beamed on the trees for a few minutes before fading away. The kids played with their glow sticks turned circles and we all finally turned in for the night. Another chilly night, at that, which is why my SIL is wearing multiple layers of clothes in the photo below.
And a good time was had by all.
We really, really enjoyed our weekend in West Virginia. The majestic scenery, the fresh air, the twinkling stars, the campfire smoke (ahem!), the tame deer, and most of all the company of siblings/cousins/friends made for a great time. We camped on adjacent lots, but cooked, ate and kept warm by the fire together. When we arrived Friday afternoon, it was sprinkling and we were hungry so we decided to explore the lodge on the vast resort. We discovered its amazing view out the floor-to-ceiling windows in the lobby, a heated indoor pool, and an activity room. We dined at their restaurant which included a buffet spread complete with prime rib and all kinds of seafood (and the girls ate free since they were under five!!). We dined looking out the window at the beautiful mountains, watching clouds roll in. After we ate, we dashed through the rain to the campsite a few miles down the road where the skies cleared enough to start pitching the tent. But the rain started up again and the cold weather set it. The low temperature for the night was 37 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s pretty chilly when there’s only a thin tent between us and the elements. We managed quite well because we brought our electric heater pad which we put on top of the air mattress. Dad unfortunately didn’t fare quite so easily but survived the night. He huddled with us three in the early morning to thaw out.