|at last, he overcame his fear of the kayak...|
|channeling my grandpop|
|sunsets on the lake don't get old (the mosquitoes, however...)|
|breakfast at Piggy's with requisite photo op...new tradition?|
|(successful) snake spotting|
|Max was happy to give my mom a tour of Jim Thorpe|
On short notice, we were able to cobble together a pretty solid family vacation in the Poconos...
Even though we live two doors down from my parents, it was great to spend a week on the lake, under the same roof together.
Some of my best memories of being a kid in the summertime are from when I was Max's age...it's been exciting to sit back and watch these experiences take shape for him.
Maybe this is the stuff that will stick with him...
The stuff he'll tell his kids about, the stuff he'll want to recreate for his own family someday.
Fireworks for no reason.
Exploring the woods and climbing tall pine trees.
Finding copperheads and spotting wild turkeys.
Cap guns and candy overload.
Paddling solo in a kayak.
Catching that elusive fish (even if it was already dead...shhhhh).
Mad Magazine before bed instead of chapter books.
Afternoon cartoon marathons.
Riding dirt roads with his grampy.
Dumping out an entire (mini) box of Rice Krispies on his baby sister's tray, just to make her laugh.
Staying up late by the campfire.
I'm pretty sure that's the kind of stuff an 8 year-old remembers...
I hope my parents had as much fun as we did.