We had kind of a slow start around here
yesterday morning. Apparently these
youngsters needed some sleep. Not that
the oldsters didn’t. Most of them were
up by 7:30 - much later than their usual 5:30 or 6. We let them stay in cruise control for a
while. They played a video game or two,
trying to get fully awake. Nana made
some cinnamon rolls for breakfast.
Finally we loaded up to go do some fishing.
No one had shrimp available for bait, so we
got some dead finger mullet. Worth a
try, I guess. As far as catching fish
goes, it was a highly unsuccessful fishing trip. We lost some bait to crabs and little
piggies. We caught a few rocks. We were especially good at reeling in, well,
water. Nobody complained much, though,
other than the occasionally query as to when we were going to go to the
beach.
Back home for some lunch. Sandwiches and (drumroll here … leftover
pizza). Also a media time segment now
that they were wide awake. Oh, and on
the way home I noticed that the brake light was on in the truck. It was bone dry of power steering fluid. Can’t use that vehicle anymore until I get
that problem sorted out.
We switched out trucks with Nathan’s, since
he was at work. And speaking of Uncle
Nathan being at work, we made a quick stop at the fire station to see him and
let the youngsters slide down the real firemen’s slide. Caleb made his way up to the living quarters
where I was checking in with the fire fighters on duty. He stopped dead in his tracks, looked around
slowly with wide eyes, and commented, “Whoa.
This is nice.” Always great to
hear youngster impressed with the life of a fire fighter …
From there we finally headed to the
beach. Hershey Beach was the destination
this time, at the recommendation of Fire Fighter Uncle Nathan. No, they don’t serve Hershey bars there,
although that would be fun. In fact, I’m
not sure why it’s called that. It’s just
the beach. And that’s all the kids
wanted. Time to play at the beach. They pulled out the boogie boards and rode
some waves. Josiah didn’t need a
board. He just body surfed and did an
amazing amount of diving. Drove Nana
little crazy every time he went under. Drove
Nana a little crazy every time Noa floated lazily away on her back with the
current. Drove Nana a little crazy every time they got
a little too far from shore. Sensing a
recurring theme here? In spite of their
Crazy Nana, or perhaps because of her, they responded right away to our
requests to come in closer or watch the current or stick together. And the highlight of the trip was the First
Annual Herbert the Hermit Crab Hunt.
They discovered a whole bucketful of the creatures. Couldn’t get Nana to let one of the bigger
ones give her a kiss, though …
Back at home we got all cleaned up and
donned our new t-shirts. Aunt April printed
up some shirts with a cool logo and the words “Cousin Camp 2019.” We took a picture or two, of course. Then DadDad grilled up some hamburgers and the
kids played a quick game of Nightmare in the Woods when it got dark. I understand Micah managed to put a bit of a
scare into Caleb when he screamed like a banshee from his hiding place and
raced right at him. Sounds like a great
game. Growing up, I think we used to
call our version “Hope I don’t meet the ghost tonight.” Once everybody got settled into bed we
watched a few episodes of The Carbanaro Effect.
And then it was off to sleep, to dream of whatever we can come up with
for Cousin Camp today …
Matthew 8:10 says, “When Jesus heard this he was amazed and said to those following him, ‘Truly
I tell you, I have not found anyone in Israel with such great faith.’”
Father, thank you for a few really good
days here at Cousin Camp. Give us the stamina
for one more. Amen.
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