Hiking to wooded dunes (a bit of an oxymoron? Nope. They are deliciously (and deciduously, I might add) true.) with views that ran with the waves for miles.
We explored every nearby waterfall the boys could lead us to.
We followed most of the streams that led away from the falls.
One led us back to the lakefront.
Where we (the boys anyways) ran through the little rivulet repeatedly collecting rocks, looking for fish, splashing. Playing.
And can we, just for a moment talk about ferns? I think I could lose myself just dreaming on the groves upon groves of ferns growing beneath the trees.
I think I could probably write a book about my love of ferns...or moss. My high-school self would be horrified! ("Ferns? Moss? Whatever! Who is this crazy lady and what has she done with me? Her? Us?") Do you ever have conversations like that with your former self?
Its the lake! Not the "Blue Lagoon"! I know! Jamie and I had a brief idea of skinny dipping, but we couldn't figure out a way to get down there, and talk about scarring your children for life.... It was a fleeting thought. Very. Fleeting.
One day hiking led us to this lighthouse. We were graciously given a tour to ourselves- and 3 of us went to the top where it was so windy I seriously thought we might get blown right off the side, or perhaps we could have just sprouted wings and woooooshh became one of the gulls that had been chattering at us all afternoon?
The trees. Oh the trees. The quiet calmness of these trees that peak the sky like old steeples.
Hiking. Thanks for coming with me.
Iris just woke up from her nap. Back to reality! I'm sure you have other things to tend to too. But a little reverie never hurts anyone, does it?
(More about our vacation here.)