Fish Lake

Last Sunday morning we woke up early (well, early for me) and went with Steve and Megan for the long-anticipated visit to Fish Lake. When they first met, Megan told Steve that she really loved the beach. Steve said he did too, and told her all about this great beach back in Minnesota called Fish Lake…not quite the miles of white sands familiar to Megan.



As we got out of the car, Deborah said to me “They’ve cleaned this place up!” and Megan even agreed that it wasn’t as depressing as she anticipated.


One of the highlights was when Karl and Nathan found a dead fish washed up on the shore. They gave it a proper burial.


We moved over to the playground, but we didn’t stay too long—another difference between the beaches of Florida and Minnesota: deer flies.


Later that afternoon, Jeff, Tanya, Aly, and Emily joined us at my mom and dad’s for a little lunch and some swimming. My Aunt Barb, Uncle Gord, and cousin Kris and her kids Xavier and Amelia came as well. We had plenty of lazy time in the back yard before going to the pool.


The “anti-gravity” chairs were a hit with the kids (and I look pretty comfy there too).


Karl with his cousin Nathan, and their second-cousin Xavier.