I know, I've been remiss about writing. Tough cookies, I was on our annual camping trip. More about that in a minute. In the meantime, we are getting ready to deal with this...
and currently, we are dealing with this....
In the meantime, we had a pretty grand vacation. We arrived on Washburn Island, a short trip up the river yet a world away from home. Our spot is right on the water and a more beautiful place than camp site 9, I can't imagine. It suits us well because if there are things we absolutely must do, it is easy to get home and back. We get to go camping with dear friends in this quintessentially Cape Cod setting every year. Mike managed to take a whole week off with us, for the first time in 5 years!! Joy!!
Sunrise and sunset are spectacular no matter what the weather is doing. We did have two storms, a week apart, that threatened to take down the campsite. The rest of the time was summery, hot, humid, sticky, breezy, beautiful.
"Dawn was breaking over the horizon, shell pink and faintly gold..." ~ J.K. Rowling
The first storm was the worst, but fortunately it hit during the day. After we all finished battening the hatches, moving the cook tent, and securing a humungous tarp up to protect it, Mike spent the next 7 hours quite literally holding up our tent! The predicted 10-15 mph winds were howling off the water right at us at a more brisk 28 mph with higher gusts. At one point we even had a water bed for a floor, there was water collecting under the tent and up the sides!
It was strange, cocooned in out tent, wind howling, rain pounding, the illusion of safety while chaos seemed imminent. Warm, wet and dim, white noise roaring it was oddly intimate. Rowan and Kea braved it out alone next to us and weathered the storm well.
"The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing -- a blanket -- the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water." ~ Douglas Coupland
Jenna, on the other hand, woke up, looked outside and said, "I'm not going out there.". And she didn't. While the rest of us braved the wind and torrential rain from time to time re-securing tents, ropes and tarps and bailing, she sat in her little sleeping bag nest with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, snacks and stayed warm and dry. Smart kid.
All's well that ends well and we made it just fine. Lots of drying out to do but we all tackled it in good cheer despite having been abandoned by our benevolent dictator who took the boat in the night before. He may have had the funniest one liner the whole trip. We called to tell him we were all fine and his first question was, "You're still out there?" To which we replied that he had the BOAT!! In truth, we wouldn't have left anyway, but it was still funny. The day dawned still and quiet and that evening, we were treated to this..
We left for one day to attend a wedding where I was photographer for a very dear friend.
Rowan had to go off for a whole day and night to do a song in a VBS skit at Forestdale Baptist. She sang Alabaster Box and I am dying to see the video her friend took of it. Another time, she and Mike left for a few hours for some bloodwork to be drawn, some follow-up tests for that photo way back in the beginning of this post. She is looking so grown up these days.
My sister came out for a night, unheard of for her, she doesn't "do" nature. But she came out on the perfect night. Great folks out there and a good time was had by all.
Arwen's age is showing but this is her very favorite time of year as well. Football and Frisbee in the water, she'll go under before she goes in while we play.
I did a lot of this....
In case my GoodReads and MobileRead friends are wondering, I read the Tomorrow series by John Marsden, (think Red Dawn set in Australia) a couple Stephanie Plums (funny stuff) and Advanced Topics in Lyme Disease by Joseph Burrascano. Started Lab 257, still reading it.
And I did a whole lot of this...
After 15 days though, I was utterly ready to come home.Where we will weather more storms, as always, together.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm. ~William Cowper