The decks were awesome. We spent lots of time sunning outside and in the kiddie pool. A few of us got in the lake, though it was murky and you smelled like poop when you emerged. One of Drew's Crocs was also lost in the abyss that is Claytor Lake. R.I.P. camo Croc, you had a good run. Apparently it's my fault for taking too long to get in the water while he was sinking into mud. I just wanted to make sure we were clear on the plan before I jumped into the nasty water. The quote of the trip was "No, I want you to catch me like baboon baby." I panic around water. That's never been a secret.
These were the souls brave enough to get in the water the second day. After all of Drew's bitching I wasn't about to have him lose a second shoe on my account so I stuck to the kiddie pool this day.
Friday night we ventured to Floyd for a yummy dinner and ice cream. It was so nice to introduce our friends to our soon to be home.
These two babies were the best things. And I know a puppy who is going to miss them feeding him constantly. They are the two sweetest kids and were so good all weekend. Jackson learned Ike's name so quickly and it cracks me up how much he loves dogs despite his mama's hatred of them. At one point he took his shoe off and started licking his foot and when his mom asked what he was doing he said "Ike does it." Oh my goodness he was a hoot. Also, watching Gracie kick her feet and and get the biggest grin on her face as Drew fed her ice cream was hilarious.
Our bedroom was in what Molly called a "hobbit hole." It was so cute and she snapped this picture of us last night, creepily, but I'm glad she did.
The fishing wasn't too great. I either almost caught a sea turtle or got stuck on something but I'm telling myself it was a huge catfish that I was too weak to reel in.
Last night we had a fire and roasted s'mores and watched neighboring fireworks.
We had lots of visitors as well: 1 snake, 1 bear, 1 million mayflies, 1 deer, 1,000 ants, and 1 dead animal we would catch a whiff of occasionally from the deck. I think this will become our annual trip.
What a fun trip!! I grew up next to one of those murky lakes...but luckily it didn't ALWAYS make you smell like poo, haha...but sometimes it happened. I have no idea why it would change. I didn't even know that people judged lakes (and like...found them gross or unsuitable for swimming!) until I went away to college. Buncha water snobs. ;) Good luck skiing in your crystal-clear ocean!
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