This weekend was my annual deep clean of our car. The amount of crumbs and food under the kids seats was pretty disgusting.
Every year it seems like we have new upgrade to the cottage woods. The kids are digging this web swing.
The cottage playground is the best.
The kids aren't the only ones having fun. Mr. Mike might have broken his fishing boat motor, but we still got out fishing in the old row boat.
Mike caught a bunch of pan fish and I caught a few.
The kids thought it was the perfect beach day. I had joked last weekend when it was really hot that this weekend would be in the 50's and I was right.
My mom loves keeping track of out of state license plates that she sees. I stumbled upon a bingo card for states. We also picked her up a bottle of wine from a winery we always pass on our way to the cottage.
I guess the boat wasn't put-putting across the lake quite right. When is Mr. Mike not fixing something?
Deciding if he should go back into the lake.
He indeed decided to go swimming.
I brought long my slackline. After watching videos I was determined to do it right this time.
Apparently it was warm enough to go swimming for some of us.
Daniel was pretty excited when I brought it out. Someone else who finally appreciates the fun. Him and I both kept practicing.
I will always think this is the ultimate dorky sport. But mostly because I could never do it.
Theo, do you want to go for a boat ride?
He couldn't say no, could he?
We had to get a boat ride in.
Next to his island was a perfect little island.
After walking around and planning our next camping trip we finally noticed the hidden sign that said "No camping, swimming or picnicking"
We decided to get pizza from Pine Isle.
We had to take our pizzas to go as mom didn't like the idea of staying to eat there.
Apparently we didn't plan on it. So that pizza would get cold.
Look at these two.
While cleaning up the water toys I found our big batch of bubbles from 2 years ago.
They may be great slack liners, but can they make a bubble that big?
Theo and I fished off the pontoon, but didn't have much luck.
We did catch a rad purple sunset.
The next day wasn't going to be as nice. Dad wanted to go hiking. After looking at our map we settled on the Anvil Lake trails in the Chequamegon-Nicollet National Forest. We took the snowshoe trail as it seemed more interesting.
Definitely need to come back in the winter.
At the end of the trail is the shelter for the cross country skiiers. There are a few ski trails over here for every ski level.
It's also where the mosquitos hang out.
This is definitely an expert trail for skiers. So many hills.
It was pretty intense for hikers.
Also the mosquitos decided to suddenly show up.
They'd been with us for a while at this point.
Looping back to the car on the West Trail, Blake and I spotted a shortcut that wasn't on the map.
Our day was mostly inside due to the drizzle.
But things cleared up a bit at sunset.
The kiddos and G.G. did get in some games while we made tacos.
Before leaving the next day, the kids had to do one more dip in the lake.