weathering storms

My parents came out for Memorial Day weekend. We spent one beautiful day sailing on a small lake just off of Lake Michigan. I had made the executive decision earlier in the week when reserving the sail boat that, between Abe's boy scout sailing merit badge and my dad's days as a young man building his own catamaran, that they had enough combined experience to handle a 6-person, 18-ft sail boat.

I was mostly right. Once we figured out that we should never, ever, ever get the boat near the shallows we did pretty well. It was hard not have a good time when the weather was pretty much perfect all day.















Here we are on a different day, stuck in the primitive world of charcoal grilling. Unfortunately, the weather was not cooperating. You can see us attempting to keep the coals going under a light drizzle, and then our flight from the park back home (partially warmed hamburger patties were carried on Abe's lap), and our final dinner on the screened in patio.