Saturday morning we were up with the sun, got our teeth brushed, and packed up the trailer for the trip home. We headed into St. Johns a little early for Paul’s ranch association meeting, and grabbed some breakfast at the Whiting shop. Then we drove over to the park, dropped off Paul and the trailer, and the kids and I headed for Lyman Lake to while away a couple of hours.
I’ve never been to the lake when it was as green as it was this time. The water was less murky than I remembered from previous visits, but I nonetheless demanded that everyone stay dry and (relatively) clean, rather than just willy nilly letting them romp and splash, as no doubt daddy would have done. I’m the boring parent, for realz. I could only fixate on the mess 16 muddy feet would make of the van had I but the whimsy to be more fun.
Nonetheless, there were plenty of rocks to be thrown into the water, and long green swaths of grass across which to run. And Ellie found one particularly perfect rock upon which to sit while feeling petulantly perturbed about not being allowed to go fishing.
We really couldn’t find much to do after an hour there, so we headed back to town early, and happily found the meeting adjourned, so we were able to head home a little bit early. We packed plenty of fun into our short get-away, and were thankful to finish the summer at our most favorite place.
