The June trip to Lake Mohave is almost always a terribly windy trip. For those of you who have never been to a lake, I should probably clarify what this means. You see, most water sports require relatively flat water to be properly enjoyed. With the interference of wind, inter-tubing becomes even more nerve-wracking, water skiing and wake boarding is all but hateful, and even simple boat rides are bone-rattling, white knuckle experiences. Clearly, anything beyond a gentle breeze is most unwelcome to even the least seasoned of boaters.
This year turned out no better than predicted. Friday through Sunday were absolutely gusty, with Thursday and Monday being the days when most everyone but us was not yet there or had already left. On those windy days we weren't even able to venture out onto the water... Lets just say that we all played far too much poker and read far too much for our own good. I got through a novelty read just Friday and through most of 'Surprised by Joy' by C.S. Lewis (a highly worth while read, by the bye). However, the entire time did not go to waste.
My dear Uncle Gregory and Aunt Julie McGinity (the fantastically politically minded and beautifully conservative ones) and their two charming little girls (adjective overload!!!) joined us for the weekend. Whenever we get to spend time with them, it means a great deal of heavy discussion (with the whole family getting heatedly involved)will be going on. Over dinner we debated my future college plans and current academic and extracurricular choices. ("Is it time to rag on Kait again?!" -Uncle Greg (Don't worry, entirely sarcastically)) While on a boat ride we argued about the founding of America, whether or not Israel is a theocracy (which it most certainly is not!!), and whether or not we should have God's name on our money and in our pledge. You know, light, frivolous topics. Oh my Guinness, I truly love my family!
Fortunately for the sake of that family I so dearly love (Grandmum was getting a little exasperated with all the Republicans...), Monday was beautiful! Erin and Nora both got up on the Skimmer board and, though there were a few tears involved, "it was fun because Uncle Bob went reaaaly reaaaly slow for [them]". We even got Uncle Gregory to ski despite his "delicate tastes" when it comes to water temperature and ideal weather conditions. I still don't think he really figured out "what the heck [was] up with those frickin' crocodiles!". Greg, Julie, Grandpa, Dad, and I all skied but Mum could not be rallied into joining. We'll get her next time! And Jess and Zach both wake boarded. The weekend in entirety ended quite well, now on to Royal Family Kids Camp!
