Boat day

On to our very most favoritest annual adventure, an evening on the lake. Anticipation ran high as always, Aden leaving notes to himself on his nightstand so he'd remember first thing every morning what joy was just around the bend.

Wishing Poppop an early happy birthday.

Riding the boat, taking turns at who got to drive and honk the horn at every opportunity, arguing over the privilege of manning the wheel because it's extremely important to practice driving.

Three peas in a pod taking a frigid dip at "our" beach on some deserted land a stone's throw from the bridge.

Yummy, healthy picnic at the state park, where the sploosh of rocks into water and the sight of calm water touching evening sky never, ever gets old.

Why oh why do we only end up doing this once every year?

And why, why in tarnation indeed, do we always wait until it's so dern cold? The last three years in a row fall has come a knocking on boat day, and our swim bag has overflowed with goggles, towels, and fleece blankets.

Because a chilly breeze won't stop us from making these memories.

Thanks for the pic, Giga!

As Trey said pulling away from the docks, it was a great day.