Mike and I took a few of the girls to the Marina to get a broken part for the tube, and we quickly realized that there seemed to be a part of boating culture of which we had been previously unaware.  To get to the Marina we had to cross our lake, go through one…

What do barnacles, rotten wood, sand, and grandma’s glasses all have in common?  They were at the bottom of the lake near the pier this afternoon.  Papa and I took turns pulling the kids around the lake on the inter-tube and grandma lounged on her new blow up raft – yes, we have a lot of new…