On our drive to the cottage we stopped at our favorite ice cream shop: Klemish Creamery.
One of the farm cats wasn't looking so good and kept coming over by us so we finished our ice cream in the car.
He reeked. That cat's gotta be put down. Not a great endorsement, but ate our ice cream in the car and enjoyed it.
Even baby Viola joined in.
Never gonna have kids (probably), but forever the kids favorite.
For awhile Theo always thought Blake was his cousin and not his uncle.
Scott and I took a trip into downtown and made a quick stop at Northland Clothing Co. After our rainy hike on Star Island I realized my rain coat is no longer waterproof so I'm in need of a new one. Didn't find any, guess I'll have to wait until spring.
We brought up Theo's bike so we could go on bike rides with him. He likes to quit too quickly though.
The doggies and the kids of all ages were all in on the last weekend of summer.
Everyone wanted to swim in the deep.
Brooke could do this all day.
I could tread water for hours.
Theo wanted to bike again and Harvey said he wanted to scooter with us. I asked Harvey if he would be able to keep up with us. He took off like superman and then when Theo tried to catch up with him he lost control of his bike and landed on his face.
It was not a good look.
I think I agree with Dan that it could've been spicier. But everyone was happy with the spice level.
Check out that cotton candy sky.
G.G. probably told me I had to go take a picture.
Poor Theo. His face was scuffed up.
We kept asking Meadow if she wanted to hold Viola but she wouldn't do it. I was doing dishes when I heard Chelsea say Meadow was holding her. Oh Meadow.
I told Blake to bring his canoe so we could go on a paddling adventure. We dropped in at Lower Ninemile Lake.
We were going fast, but occasionally spinning in circles. I looked it up and I guess the bigger person has to be in back. For some reason I thought it was the opposite. Back to me being the steerer.
Blake and Daniel took the lead for a short bit.
I didn't know there was a small dam on Hwy X. I was like, we're here already?
Good thing I finally got some water sandals last year. A good pair chacos is perfect for paddling.
It wasn't exactly paddling, but it was dreamy.
Eventually it got deeper and we were able to paddle again.
What the heck?
Spy the gnome mooning us.
We raced ahead in the kevlar cottage canoe.
Once we got onto Cranberry Lake the wind picked up and we were having Cass Lake flashbacks.
This was way worse than Cass Lake. We could not turn and we didn't know where the landing was. But eventually we made it back.
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