I had been posting pictures of our vacation on Facebook, but since I permanently deleted my account a few days ago I need to do a complete post here for the sake of my memory. And by the way if you ever see me on Facebook again please come find me and lock me up with the crazies. I will never never go on that cursed site again. And now that I have it in writing there's no going back. The bad far outweighs the good in my mind and it just isn't worth my time.
This was our third year going up to Moosehead Lake, Maine as a family with my parents. Christian and I coincidentally both grew up vacationing there with our families, and it is a little slice of heaven on earth for us.
It takes a good 12 hours to get up there so we try to leave by 3:30am. The nice part about leaving at that time is that the kids are either sleeping or zoned out until breakfast time so the first 1/3 of the trip goes pretty quickly. We also get to appreciate a gorgeous sunrise which I rarely see.
The best part of the trip is always coming over the crest of the hill and getting your first glimpse of the lake. It is at this point that you hear the angels singing.
The kids kept a vacation journal this year to record each day's event with a picture. It's nice for them to look back and remember vacation this way.
We and my parents also spent a lot of time reading. We had a lovely porch area over-looking the lake where we read or did puzzles.
And of course we hiked, and hiked, and hiked. This year it was Mt. Kineo, Boorestone Mt., Burnt Jacket Mt., Eagle Rock, and Little Moose.
Some of the kids needed a bit of a pep talk to go on all those hikes but once they got to the top they were always glad they did it.
Since we burned ourselves out hiking the first week, the next week we pretty much just stayed around the cabin and swam. It was really neat to see the kids gain confidence in swimming this year. They went from needing goggles and life jackets to being able to jump in and swim unassisted in the "deep end."
You are rockin' those goggles girl!
"The Flying Frank", named for my grandpop, the first man of canoes.
Canoeing is a great way to lull a baby to sleep.
This loon liked to hang out around our area of the lake and we didn't mind a bit. Our only other wildlife sighting was a momma bear and 3 cubs on the way to go hiking one day and a moose with her baby crossing the road in the dark on the way home, and I don't have good pictures of either of those.
Doesn't the house look so "New England?" Sigh. It was so hard to leave, especially when we knew we were leaving low 80's weather with a lake breeze for low 90's weather and there would be no lake to jump in.
But we left thankful. Grateful for two very refreshing weeks to recharge and spend time together as a family.