Where are we in the story? Oh, yes…Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.
We woke up to a cloudy and slightly chilly morning. The threat of rain loomed over us but had not yet become any sort of reality. My sister made an amazing breakfast for us over the campfire (it didn’t take us that long this time because we had the cheats of charcoal). We all ate breakfast which was sausage mixed with hash-browns (who said you can’t eat like royalty while away from the comforts of home?).
After breakfast we all got ready to start our day. I must mention we did have bathroom facilities full with showers and toilets. It was about a 3-minute walk up an incline (I was sore until Wednesday the following week due to all the walking).
Let me backtrack for a moment. The entire time since we had this vacation planned, my oldest son had been anxious to go fishing with his Granddaddy (my Dad). On Saturday, early evening, he got that chance. Myself, my Dad, and both my sons did some fishing. Before we headed back to the campsite, my oldest could not resist diving into the lake with all his clothes still on.
Back to Sunday…
As the clouds broke and the sun came out we ALL decided to venture to the lake.
My husband and our sons were already in the water when the rest of us came. My youngest had his life vest on and they were having a blast (the lake was less than a minute walk from our site). I sat on the dock and put my feet in not wanting to get in (even though I had my suit on). My sister was contemplating whether to get in or not because she didn’t want to feel “soggy” for the rest of the day. She decided to go for it. My Mom and Dad didn’t get in.
Everyone was getting on me to get in. I kept telling them that though I know how to swim, I can’t tread water. This means if I can’t touch the bottom, I panic. I cannot float, I sink. Everyone still kept getting on me to get in. They said I could hold on to the dock and try to tread. Wanting to at least start to conquer this fear, I got in (slowly). I kept asking my husband to stay behind me as I tried to tread water. Three times I tried and all three times I panicked and went straight for the edge of the dock (sorry, no photos-I’m sure any pictures would have looked hilarious because they would have shown the sheer panic on my face). I am not exaggerating when I use that word panic. I PANICKED all three times. Finally, my sister suggested I start out by swimming from one point near the dock to another to help with the fear then go into trying to tread water. I tried that too; I still panicked. I can at least say that I tried. I wasn’t the only one. My sister put her dog in to get him used to the water and he headed straight for the dock right away also. It was still a good time.
We went back to camp and relaxed. My mom and I took a walk to the Country Store because we needed some things. Here are pics from that trek.
When we returned, everyone decided to take a nap except my oldest, my Dad, and myself. My oldest decided to go fishing alone. All of a sudden he comes running to the campsite, “Granddaddy, I caught one and I think he’s big enough to keep.” We both go to look. My son had the fish (which my Dad said was a Sun-Perch) on a stringer. I had no idea my son knew so much about fishing (it figures though-he’s so outdoorsy). My Dad said he was big enough to keep and that he would show my oldest how to clean it and gut it for eating.
The fish was cleaned, gutted, and thrown on the grate for my son’s dinner [give a man a fish he eats for a day; teach a man to fish and he will never go hungry-something like that]. It was very flavorful (c’mon, no way I wasn’t going to try a piece-it was a very small piece but full of flavor and the texture was amazing). The rest of us also had a fantastic Sunday dinner thanks mainly to my husband and sister; pork chops, baked beans, and mashed potatoes with cheese (yumtastic to the infinite degree!).
The rest of the evening was all about playing games, relaxing, eating s’mores (yes, again) and settling to be ready early in the morning to tear down, break camp, and head back to reality.
The rain held out almost the entire weekend. Luckily we all planned to go to sleep early this night because it started to rain. Everything was already compacted and stayed somewhat organized so it didn’t take us long to move and re-arrange things under the canopy. Off to bed we went to get a good night’s sleep (or so I thought-details in the conclusion) for traveling back home the next day.
The conclusion of our tale coming soon!!!
Alicia R. Shipe