We had a slight adventure to start out our trip, wherein a campground that we had thought was open turned out to be closed, so in the middle of the night we fetched up in a lovely lakeside parking spot...only to be woken up at 8am by a park ranger pounding on the door of the van. Oops. Nothing like a run-in with the law to get vacation started right. But she was perfectly friendly, asked us nicely to get a real campsite next time, and left us to get out of our jammies before setting off.
Run-in with the law aside, the campsite was spectacular. The view from the van looked just like this:
We met my parents at the Lake Crescent Lodge for lunch on the sunporch. The Lake Crescent Lodge looks like someone went back to the 1920's and pulled every adorable summer-camp trick they could find.
My mom is recovering from a horseback riding accident, but luckily my mother-in-law knit her this adorable cast cover, so she's still fashion forward, non?
After lunch, the husband and I rented a canoe and went across the lake. Canoeing is a new sport for me and I LOVE it. Love it. Look at this face:
That's exactly how i feel on the inside when I'm canoeing. Something about the old-timeyness of the craft and being so close to the water yet not as scary-close as a kayak really does it for me. Love it.
It's my new favorite adventure. Maybe Santa will bring me a canoe? But how would I haul it on my trusty Beetle?? Hmmm.
Till next time, mon amour Monsieur Canoe!