Fantastic Weekend

Several weeks ago I booked a cabin for Memorial Day weekend. There was a little blind faith involved, as the internet description was vague and there were only a few photographs. The pictures of the deck sold me, and I was not disappointed Our cabin had a multi-level deck that led from the top floor of the cabin all the way down (about 100 feet) to a dock right on the river. The pic here is DH on the last landing before the dock, taken from one of the mid-level decks.

We had such a perfect, peaceful weekend. We took three canoe-trips, which were the highlights for me. Well, except for the second one when DH and the twins tipped their canoe in chest-deep water (on DH) and he had to rescue both kids (SS was trapped under the canoe!) and flip it back over. PS and I were a little bit behind them, and did not witness DH's superdad performance. We came around a bend to find DH standing in the middle of the river and the twins shivering in a water filled canoe and crying because they had lost their sparkly flip-flops. But we got everybody sorted out, finished our trip, and convinced the girls to go canoeing again this morning (in calmer waters).

We had hoped to spend yesterday hiking, but DH twisted his knee during the rescue effort, and we didn't want to push it. Instead they fished all day while I sat on the deck reading trashy magazines with a glass of wine. They caught about a bazillion (17) fish. Which went something like this, "Daddy, Daddy, I think I've got one! Look, look, I really got one! Eww, eww, eww, don't let it touch me!" As she holds the pole as far away as possible so the flopping fish doesn't touch her. And then PS would scream "it's dying, it's dying, put it back! You're going to kill it! You have to put it back in the water!"

See, the problem is that nobody, except DH, will eat fish. And I haven't a clue how to cook a fish. So it was a catch and release effort.

It was a great trip, and we're thinking of going back for July 4th. It's was short enough drive for a quick weekend trip, and secluded enough to avoid overwhelming crowds on a holiday weekend.