So I'm done with politics til I go vote, won't be saying anything more about it since my momma raised me right. Of note, I did enjoy going to the political rally, if only to see the crazy Republicans who showed up (some were truly completely off the charts bonkers.) We didn't hear anything new, just a cheering session which reminded me of the old high school pep ralleys where we promised to whip the tails of the other team. So I'm glad we went, but we don't think we'd bother again. I will, however, be watching all the debates and the interviews of the candidates on the news programs. But the commercials - good time for a potty break, and the phone calls - since they're not really real people on the other end, I'll be hanging up. Isn't it sad, though, that by the time most of us go to the polls we'll be wondering why we should vote for any of them? And how about other countries who must hear our negative campaign ads and wonder who on earth we're electing? How many days are left til the election?
So much for that - let's move onto something uplifting - how about family photos of our recent vacation? You'll figure out quickly who was taking the photos since there are none of her, but the way her hair looked for most of the trip, she's actually grateful for the omission....
Here's how we started out - with Papa driving and Curious George on the DVD player. We listened to it five gazillion a few times... (Scene of CG in jail for pulling the fire alarm and yes, I do know the entire movie by heart now.)
Bubby never seemed to get tired of it, rather kept asking for "monkey movie". Thank the Good Lord for headphones. Happy kid with a Steeler fleecey blanket, Go Diego Go, his beloved Bull and of course one deeply planted thumb.
The men volunteered to do all the driving, and the ladies sat in the back entertaining Bubby. It was a system that worked pretty well, although the natives did almost have an uprising on the way home, when the youngest started saying, over and over, "out, out, out" and the men thought we'd stopped plenty of times. So one more ice cream stop was made, with Landon running in circles around the parking lot to burn off some steam.
The very fancy 'resort' we stayed in. Funny unleveled doors that wouldn't stay shut, nothing matched, critters knocked over the trash every night, but we loved being there. It felt very rustic, like a vacation to the lake should.
Landon was quite happy to wade no deeper than his ankles at the beach area. He spent an entire morning filling this cup with rocks and sticks.
So many rocks to choose from, so little time. A year from now they'll likely have to watch him or he'll be out in the middle of the lake!
Possibly his favorite item at our resort, the owner's mower. He kept asking for the 'tractor' and was quite content to just sit on it. 
And Diane since you asked, I'm sorry to say the muskie memories didn't happen. The fishing guide day was a bit of a bust, although Don did tell me a wonderful story of the boat ramping to get through a chute of water, and whacking down four feet below and scaring the bejeebies out of him. I wish I'd seen that! Jeremy, having taken this trip before, knew it was coming and said he just sat back, waiting for it, then enjoyed the chuckle at Don's expense.
The men stopped for a 'shore lunch' where Larry, the fishing guide (shown here with Jeremy) cooked up what had been caught, threw in some potatoes and called it good. The men swore by it, and I know Jesus did one of those too, for the disciples, but that's a little too fresh for me!
Last stop of the trip was at Niagara Falls, which Jeremy and Landon had never seen. Not that Landon will be remembering this moment, but they sure do take a nice family photo!
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