PICTURE POST!
Wow, two weeks of family camp down. It went quickly.
Here are my adventures! They are actually backward chronologically (not that you need to know that.)
Long live Isle Fajobi!
Okay, here's the deal. Tuesday night we all have to sit down by the dock in case someone wants to swim, and we noticed that there was a large mass of reeds where two hours ago there hadn't been. On close inspection, we realized that it was actually a floating island that had detached from Little Stony and landed on the South Side! It started to drift away, so we jumped in to catch it (Sarah and Alex, above, and later Peter and I, in our clothes). Once we caught it, we tied it to a buoy and tried to decide what to do. We named it Isle Fajobi, after Abimbola, and then there was a big hulabaloo about how to get rid of it. After several suggestions, I almost mutinied because they wanted to chop it up or set it on fire (Peter and I actually jumped back in the water to release it), when finally our vice president was called, and he decided to beach it near Bruce's Loft, where it will sprout our own garden of cattails. But we didn't move it before we got the above picture, with Paul proudly holding the British Flag from Abimbola's house!
Alex, looking all Baywatch-y because he's a "lifeguard".
Rob Taber, the second youngest grandkid of the family I ate meals with.
Al Taber was the family grandtather. They came from Alabama and reminded me of the Pevensies - all four grandkids were extremely cool, and Emily (who is learning how to use chopsticks from her granddad) was VERY cute!
Nate's a square dancing fool. Yee-haw!
Becky modeling the lovely masks we made for Brazil night on the spur of the moment.
CARNIVAL! Abimbola, Kristan, Carlee, Me, Peter, and Becky get our party on.
Alex and Nate doing... something. Nobody really knows what they do most of the time. *shifts uncomfortably*
Kristan, eating a HUGE FRIGGING SMORE!
Paul, messing around on the low board.
Paul and Peter on the Saturn, which I finally was able to climb up on after TWO WEEKS of trying!
Peter off the high dive, which Peer Pressure Paul talked me into jumping off of. I nearly died. It was loads of fun.
Carlee and Sarah. We're all getting nice "Plugger Tans", as Carlee calls them, but mine are particularly nice. (Flip-Flop tan lines, for the non-Australians.)
More later, I'm dead. :-D
Here are my adventures! They are actually backward chronologically (not that you need to know that.)
Long live Isle Fajobi!
Okay, here's the deal. Tuesday night we all have to sit down by the dock in case someone wants to swim, and we noticed that there was a large mass of reeds where two hours ago there hadn't been. On close inspection, we realized that it was actually a floating island that had detached from Little Stony and landed on the South Side! It started to drift away, so we jumped in to catch it (Sarah and Alex, above, and later Peter and I, in our clothes). Once we caught it, we tied it to a buoy and tried to decide what to do. We named it Isle Fajobi, after Abimbola, and then there was a big hulabaloo about how to get rid of it. After several suggestions, I almost mutinied because they wanted to chop it up or set it on fire (Peter and I actually jumped back in the water to release it), when finally our vice president was called, and he decided to beach it near Bruce's Loft, where it will sprout our own garden of cattails. But we didn't move it before we got the above picture, with Paul proudly holding the British Flag from Abimbola's house!
Alex, looking all Baywatch-y because he's a "lifeguard".
Rob Taber, the second youngest grandkid of the family I ate meals with.
Al Taber was the family grandtather. They came from Alabama and reminded me of the Pevensies - all four grandkids were extremely cool, and Emily (who is learning how to use chopsticks from her granddad) was VERY cute!
Nate's a square dancing fool. Yee-haw!
Becky modeling the lovely masks we made for Brazil night on the spur of the moment.
CARNIVAL! Abimbola, Kristan, Carlee, Me, Peter, and Becky get our party on.
Alex and Nate doing... something. Nobody really knows what they do most of the time. *shifts uncomfortably*
Kristan, eating a HUGE FRIGGING SMORE!
Paul, messing around on the low board.
Paul and Peter on the Saturn, which I finally was able to climb up on after TWO WEEKS of trying!
Peter off the high dive, which Peer Pressure Paul talked me into jumping off of. I nearly died. It was loads of fun.
Carlee and Sarah. We're all getting nice "Plugger Tans", as Carlee calls them, but mine are particularly nice. (Flip-Flop tan lines, for the non-Australians.)
More later, I'm dead. :-D