“A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct.” (Dune, Frank Herbert) This weekend was one such a beginning, an important one and one that went swimmingly well, even if I do say so myself. But all good things must come to an end. Today, Dave and Maren left the cabin and headed south again to Ann Arbor. They have an oh-no-dark-thirty flight to catch and plan on being back at work tomorrow. Dan and Brit are still here and will stay a week more. As is tradition, everyone in the cabin posed for a picture. Kudos to cousin Anne for snapping the photo. Bubs and Harry were probably the most excited about doing this family portrait. Unfortunately, we discovered too late that the camera’s lens needed to be cleaned. Dan is not really in a fog.
Yesterday, “the kids” hiked the trail between Tahquamenon’s lower and upper falls, or about five miles. Anne and I met them at the terminus of their hike, at the upper falls. We lunched at the brewery there. It has been pretty windy here and a wee bit cold since before the kids arrived here on Friday. Good weather for the hike, but not so much for sunning on the beach. Today, was different though. The wind had died. The sun came out and people went swimming. I think that we all got our full dose of radiation exposure.
We’ve been living pretty high on the hog this weekend. For example, this morning for breakfast, we had scones from Sugar Daddy’s, both chocolate and Maple sugar. For second breakfast, Anne and I took the kids out to eat at Jack’s Pub and Grub. Dave had some of their Polish cuisine, a pierogi based omelets.