We’re back from several days away at the cottage – a pound of flesh and a pint of blood lighter thanks to mosquitos and deer flies the size of Sea King helicopters. It was peaceful, and sometimes it feels like you are leaving just as the kids are getting used to the slower pace of things over on the island, but I really missed indoor plumbing.
We spent our time reading, playing cards, swimming, lounging around the campfire eating s’mores, sleeping in the hammock and listening to classic rock on a radio slash tape deck that would make John Cusack proud. The kids swam, chased fireflies, went fishing and occasionally tried to re-enact The Lord of the Flies. At one point on Friday night we awoke thinking the aliens were trying to land in the cabin – but it was just a stray trapped (but apparently really big) firefly.
It was good, very restful.. but I’m happy to be home with running water. I won’t miss the outhouse.