This place is my peaceful place, as it is for so many of my aunts, uncles and cousins. I was disappointed that we might not make it this year. We had to miss our last week because we were quarantined. This time we were there all alone for a day, then my parents and Janelle joined us. Then Wed, Sharon and her kids joined us. There was a micro burst on Wed and I was impressed with how everyone dealt with it. There was absolutely no warning. My Dad had been pulling Vivien and Thea in a little blow up raft. He had just grabbed there hands and the wind hit, it grabbed the boat and blew it away. Jer tried to catch it, but it was long gone. My Mom and Sharon got the little kids into the cabin, Sam pulled stuff off the beach, Ada made sure our tent and trailer were secured, I grabbed all the food and garbage cans that had fallen off tables and were blowing around, and my favorite.... Sharon's tent was coming un-staked so my dad went in to zip up the windows and secure the tent.... and the tent including the port a crib and mattress collapsed on him. Then he was trying to yell help while all of us were running around. Sharon heard him and helped him get out of the tent and secure it. My mom asked if Jer's impromtu run was intense (the wind was so strong that it felt like you were being pelted by rocks), and I said, "No Dad was In-tents." Yep, my one Dad joke for the year.
I did a lot more swimming than I usually do, but all my little kids are older now and the swimming felt good on my hips. I took kids on my kayak a lot. That was fun.
These two pictures were just minutes before the microburst.
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