Saturday Afternoon – Inside, Outside, and Back Inside

Our morning excursion took the wind out of me more than the rest of the crew, so after a well deserved tuna salad lunch, I could only take a nap.  There was a bit of fun hanging around the cabin, and then – incredibly – Paul and the two older girls took off for yet another hike.  They determined for once and all that the oft searched for, but never located “Lost Cabin” is, in fact, mythical.

It was on this hike that Megan took a tumble of epic proportions, sliding on a rocky slope and bashing her hip against an outcropped rock.  She made it home, limping slowly, and is still limping (and using Oma’s cane).  The bruise is phenomenal –Poor thing.  Megan is the most accident prone of all my children.  That is often the case with kids who are risk takers, though! 🙂

By evening the wind had barely subsided, and it was an utterly awful campfire – shivering and blowing and shivering some more.  Finally we came inside the warmth of the cabin, and in the quiet of the evening the kids huddled around lanterns to read and write in their journals.