We just got back from the lake a while ago. We were going to head up on Friday night but some complications arose as Mark’s baby sitter took the kids to the zoo and they got back late. Wendy and I were dead tired and instead of driving up to the cabin, we decided to give Mark his gift for finishing grade three. He is going to Beaver Creek Camp in a couple of weeks and was stressing a bit over not having a cool bag to go to camp with. We were in Wal-Mart and saw a big duffel bag with a Maple Leaf and Canada on it. It screamed out “take me to camp” to Mark and so we got it for him. We also got him a iTunes card.
It was a good trip. It was quite windy and chilly on Saturday which I didn’t mind. I finished The Kennedys by Peter Collier & David Horowitz which is a really sad look at what the Kennedy family had to endure. At the end as I reading about Robert and Ethel’s older kids who bore the brunt of not only losing Jack but also Bobby in rapid succession, it was heart breaking. After I was telling Wendy about how much the Kennedy’s harassed and bugged each other, she quipped that she had no idea that she had married into the family as that is a little what we are like. We may be but none of us over pronounce our vowels or have a staccato voice.
We had planned to do some painting while up there but we never got around to it. Mark and Maggi went for an extended swim on Sunday that eventually included Oliver, Wendy and myself.
The Treat Spot was open for the first time we were up there. I had never been inside before but in addition to being the keeper of the mini-golf course, it also has an assortment of ice cream and pop.
We did manage to bring up a cabinet and and a simple end table that we repainted. The cabinet is a now a microwave stand and another pantry while the end table is in the living room. Neither piece of furniture was all of that attractive but both were painted a mochachino brown color and look passable as cabin furniture now.
The big change at the lake was the removal of the Cottonwood Lodge. I think it was an old ATCO type trailer that was made into dorm style rooms. It was used for a variety of things over the years and while it would have looked a lot better all fixed up, I won’t miss it now that it is gone.
The only thing that I didn’t like about the trip was that Wendy is sure that my ball glove belongs at the lake which means that I never have it at home to play catch with Mark. On the latest trip she not only thwarted my attempt to bring my glove home but managed to leave Mark’s up there as well.
Great photos, Jordon. The one of the sign with bullet holes is classic – hmm, Kentucky, Saskatchewan – both Native American names, both have bullet riddled signs! ha! Ours generally have shotgun blasts, though – those look like big caliber pistol bullet holes – hard-core.
Alan, pistols are pretty restricted here in Canada and in rural Saskatchewan everyone has a rifle so I assume they are larger caliber rifles that made the holes. We have our share of shotgun filled signs as well
If anything else, it will teach those signs to show hunters their proper respect!