Saturday, October 10th 2015
Come morning we awake to find that we live HERE now:
Gavin models one of the adjacent camp sites awaiting our friends.
ClaraJane dares herself to climb a stump:
Paul gets to work with his NEW HATCHET:
Flanked by his trustee helpers, not the least of which is the self-titled “LOG LIFTER!”
I could watch this Vine-length vid clip ad for the rest of my life just for the crack-squeak in her voice alone:
(Grunting voice) MANMEAT-LOG-AXE-HANDLE:
That’s some advanced shit right there. (o:
Later Mama gets in on some of the action.
MANLOVE-WOMAN, LET-HER-USE-AXE-HMM:
Meanwhile Paul’s food is underway as promised:
And having exerted himself sufficiently, he commits the fatal mistake of sitting down and looking comfortable (and if you know kids, you know what that means):
Eventually Paul is relieved of child as Gavin floats off to what he affectionately refers to as “Heaven”:
Reading in the tent:
Even Mama gives it a go (not always instinctive for her):
Which just means I commit Paul’s same mistake before:
Feeling refreshed, we lay out fires in our friends’ campsites along with token gift bags:
Then go explore our surroundings:
This was actually the first time I remember seeing Paul on his longboard in about 5 years, so it was kinda thrilling:
ClaraJane peers down the hallow of this cool stump:
We amble down this little path toward the pond:
And what do we find?
Holy Moly are you kidding me?
Welcome to “Mausert’s Pond”:
And wildlife:
It’s so beautiful, you just want to share it with friends. And this time, we get to! Here is a campsite map:
Now all they gotta do is GET here.
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You were almost in Vermont! It does look like paradise for people with a lot of energy.
Gavin so covets the hatchet that he did 16 pushups at the park to encourage muscle development… “Dad said I could have a hatchet when I get more muscles”
Based on their weekend reports, the kids assigned themselves the names “Log Lifter,” “Bicycle Boy”, and “Jackknife Guy” for use back here in the city.