This was labelled and planned to be our "harsh day". Meaning two portages, not just one, one of which is about a kilometer long.
We had an early start, and made it plenty on time to even scout out the other two campsites on the lake and come back to the choicest one--that being the one with the best "beach".
Phil harassed me a little about our "harsh day" since we arrived easily before two. Truth be told, I think he enjoyed resting in the sun, giving his aching shoulder muscles a break...then jumping in the lake once he was hot enough to wash off all the grime.
Since Nathan didn't nap all trip, he had the most time to swim--since naptime is during the hottest part of the day. The other two joined him later. So did the bloodsuckers...but they were smallish...and I managed to rip them off the kids' legs before they knew what happened to them. Some of them weren't really attached yet though, it seemed.
They had fun playing in sand too. Matthew especially liked to knock down whatever they were building to make them scream...and Melanie and Nathan enjoyed fighting eachother for specific clumps of sand.
Sigh.
Kids will be kids.
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