It seems like every American family does some sort of beach pilgrimage in the month of July. So we got on the interstate and made our way to my personal Mecca, Lake Michigan. Our family has had a cabin on the lake since I was 9 years old and I have many, MANY, many memories of growing up and coming of age there. Lots of firsts. Lots of fun. Lots of family and friends and blue water. It was a trip watching my own little boy and niece and nephew experience the same wonders of this little slice of Midwest paradise that I did as a kid.
~finding pirate treasure~
~burying yourself in sand~
~quality hammock time (even though the tree collapsed and nearly squashed my boy's skull) ~