We had a lazy lake day the first day.... (not entirely lazy, what with the sea monsters and all)
...and then drove to a local brewery for a most unforgettable evening. Weather, drinks, food, and temperaments all united. What a great night!
The end result was a truly impressive pirate flag.
which led to a bit of mutiny.
We set sail.
And we launched our attack!!! Water balloons were fired on many the unsuspecting landlubbers....
Pirate Adam inspected the contents down the bung hole. (Alas, me hearties, no ginger beer, but some fine IPA.)
....until it was time for the fireworks that night.
Another favorite memory was taking Hugo, Aidan, Leo, and Pax (via kayak) into the deepest and most secluded part of the lake where motor boats can't go. We saw a heron, some turtles, and a whole bunch of fish. The clear water in the marshy grass was exceedingly peaceful, ephemeral. A hushed silence fell over the boys as they took it all in.... it was magical, transformative.
And because you know I like to keep it real here on the Lit Farm, I'll add that the only less-than-lovely memory I have of this weekend is that the Mysterious-yet-Vicious-Stomach Virus of 2014 (so dubbed by my brother) attacked 8 out of 10 of us in the ensuing week. Mysterious in that it presented differently in each of us, vicious in that it was... vicious, at least amongst the Carter crew. (Nothing like two kids simultaneously puking all over new hardwood floors, at midnight, to give you a little vaso-vagal jolt to the heart (plus a day in a half in bed, yourself, 48 hours later.) All's well that ends well, and we'd never appreciate our health if it weren't for some judicious reminders of how awful one can feel every now and then.
Cousins Weekend: For Better, For Worse, In Sickness, and in Health... Ahoy!