This weekend was a lot of fun and relaxation. We went to an AMC campground in the Blue Hills about 30 minutes south of Boston. We have been going there for three years now at this time of year, and as usual it was a relaxing, fun time filled with renewing some friendships with people we see typically this one time per year. This year we tried to catch a fish like two years ago, but once again were stumped. I did manage to feed the fish worms and pita bread from my hands, but my knee was bothering me too much to stand still long enough to get them into my hands. This year we found a very small turtle that no one could identify. I think, after looking on the internet, it was a musk turtle, but Zoë doesn't agree. She remains skeptical and thinks it looks more like a bog turtle. I thought the turtle was stinky and had similar features to the musk type, but she is a lot better at identifying animals than I am typically. Gus and Sam pretended that their lights were light sabers of course, but that game lasted all day except for a short break to play duck, duck, goose. Gus kept rolling down a hill with his chair, which was actually pretty entertaining. He also was the only kid to dare to get into the lake. He talked me into getting in so I got all ready, we both went down and tried to catch a fish. Eventually the day got warm enough in the sun to cool off in the water, so I got in, but no one else was dressed for it so I swam alone. The campfire finally got going well enough for some songs and smore's the second night, and the kids fell asleep before 8:30! I wonder if we should start doing a lights out type thing at home to get them in bed earlier. Every year we say we are going to go back in a month or two, but we never do. I hope this year we do go back when the leaves are falling. It is a beautiful place and so close, we really should take advantage.
