We spent last week at Lake George in the Adirondacks, four hours north of us. I really needed it. The water was clean and calm. I read a couple of books. We lazily played in the water, ate out for dinner, and explored. Jonah and Steve caught a pile of fish. And Ian made a volcano in the sandy-dirt by the side of the lake.
Before we went away, I was completely overwhelmed. I sobbed to my sister, "I don't want to go away. It's not going to be relaxing." My sister said, "Why not?" I wailed, "Because my children are going to be there!"
Even if my kids were there, it was still a much needed break from the computer, home chores, routines, and other nonsense. Our new motto is no more working on the weekends! We plan to fly away north whenever we can.
Here are some pictures:
Fort Ticonderoga. Steve explained to Jonah that the French-Indian War was the first World War. Every time we drove by the place that the Indians massacred the English Settlers, Steve pointed it out to the kids. He loves history lessons with an NC-17 rating.