Last weekend we had the pleasure of traveling to a relatively remote area of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan called Twin Lakes. For the American history of my Finnish relatives and ancestors (okay, maybe just the last two generations), we've gathered on the shores of the Twin Lakes campground to eat and play.
We did it again on Saturday. My dad's side of the family, but just his sisters and their families and our family. Pasties in the enclosure. Too many delicious desserts.Ben played by the water with his cousin Brice, but often just by himself because when you get a 2-year-old boy together with a bunch of rocks and some water, he's self-sufficient.
Chris threw a ball back and forth with some people, then just with himself. Later, he attempted to teach me how to throw a football properly.
It didn't work, but the next day, I realized it was quite the biceps workout.Anna sat in her stroller, then in the grass and dirt, eating said dirt with gusto.
My boys played in the playground area, and Chris showed Ben what the digger is all about. I relaxed on the swing with Anna Dumpling. My nephews threw footballs at each other, and Ben was the monkey in the middle.
Ben throwing the rocks. He did this for an hour. 
I seem to have a lot of pictures of Anna in the stroller. Here's another one.
Daddy the Digger dumps sand on Ben's feet.
The monkey in the middle of two bigger monkeys.
I loved collecting skipping stones for my nephew Chaz. Simple pleasures.
