This year's trip to erode the riverbanks and roast hot-dogs was in September. (but I haven't had time to blog until now)
First thing my kids do after climbing out of the van is race to the river. Once there, they pick up rocks as fast as they can and throw them into the water. After about 20 minutes, or when they can't find anymore rocks to throw, they look for other entertainment. This year the weather was cool, and the water was barely above freezing. The kids didn't mind and splashed out barefoot into the ice cold river. It looked like so much fun I joined them. This is me smiling for a picture with the kids, but secretly I can't wait to get my feet OUT of the ice river, and warm again!
I love it when Olivia "tries" to smile.
My silly Miriam waded out far enough to soak her pant legs. She didn't mind the cold.
Emily always smiles the best for her Dad.
Olivia copies everything Adam does.
And while everyone else enjoyed the river, someone else did not. Joshua hates getting his clothes wet. He stayed as far away from the river as he could until...
Dad came to the rescue with a new game! Michael found BIG rocks - the size of your head - and heaved them towards the water. They didn't fly very far, but they made it far enough out not to get Joshua wet, plus they made the biggest splashes.