As I mentioned and lamented in my last post, I didn’t get to fully enjoy my vacation this summer. Every year we go to Acadia National Park and spend the whole week exploring – tons of hiking and bike riding. I was sidelined by a back injury and not happy about it.
There were awesome views, of course:
But often I had to stop and rest while the boys ran ahead, and entertain myself by looking at something not quite as stunning, but still equally cool, like, maybe, a neat-looking rock.
Yeah, I have a lot of rock pictures from this trip.
We hunted frogs.
We conquered the ocean…
…and boy-eating bridges.
Of course we enjoyed a good campfire almost every night, and a good campfire is only complete with sparkler jousting…
While we were making these, we quoted The Sandlot.
And thinking of The Sandlot reminded me of the best parenting advice in a movie ever: “I want you to get out in the fresh air and make some friends. Run around, scrape your knees, get dirty. Climb trees, hop fences, get into trouble, for crying out loud!”
How times have changed.
Sometimes it’s the little things that put a smile on your face.
I wonder at exactly what point they gave up.
And no summer vacation would be complete without a trip to a haunted fort:
Or a run-in with a boy-eating oven.
Enjoy your summer days, friends. They’re already flying past.