But this will be a WHOPPER of a post.
Traveling up to the Leelanau penninsula. Jeff REFUSED to take the car-top carrier and so the car was ridiculously packed. Maya looks worse than she actually was, I promise.
Our first night I packed up all the dry food in our picnic basket, and weighted it down with a bunch of crap. Then late at night we hear grunting and rustling through the food until everything topples over with a big crash. Jeff and I laid there silently, occasionally whispering… “Did you hear that?!?” We should be seasoned campers by now, but no. Just at daybreak he and I carefully peel the door of the tent just so we can peek out and what do we see? Raccoons. Eating everything. Feasting all night because J and I didn’t have the guts to scare them when it was dark out. We are such rookies. Next time. Needless to say- we left everything in the car (like we should’ve before) for the rest of the trip.
We moved to a beach site in the middle of the trip. It meant we had to leave a couple of days early, but we didn’t mind. We could hear the water lapping up on the sand. It was tre-romantique.
As soon as we got home Jeff made the awning that we’ve been wanting for a while. It’s not a very good picture of it, but it’s the only one I managed for the day. He should be proud, it’s really great.
Jeff’s first time holding Tuula. He didn’t have much of an interest before, but when he did it was SOOO cute. I love this photo because it reminds me of old photos that my folks have. I can just picture Tuula looking at them when she’s older, wondering how she could’ve been so small and laughing at how skinny and young Uncle Jeff was. Yay.
Anyway. There, I did it. I feel cleansed.
I can update more frequently now that the chains are broken.