Tuesday at Roche
Trip Start
Jul 11, 2008
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Trip End
Jul 17, 2008
I think we were relieved when the next morning Ben was the first to arrive at the cabin for coffee, and then to start cooking breakfast. He told us the story of falling into the drink, and what happened was, right when Ben went to step into the canoe, the wake from another boat rocked the canoe and he fell in. Outboard and all into the drink. It did take 4 people to pull him out, but he was fine, and just needed to warm up, which he did. Needless to say, the motor was shot, so any canoe ride from then on out was by paddle only. Ben started making breakfast, so Grandma, Geoff and I started another game of scrabble. It was so warm and beautiful outside! We saw the rest of the family head down to the pool, and then Bridgette brought their dog up to the cabin because he was not welcome at the pool. A bit later we all wanted to go up to the mausoleum, so we took the dog with us. He is a really slow walker compared to Bogey and Spud, so it was funny to see him really pooped by such a short walk. It was really sweet. The mausoleum was painted and the table and chairs were repaired from last year, which was nice to see. The walk was very refreshing, and we went back to the cabin. We then hung out around the cabin for a while because Kendyll fell asleep on Grandma's bed, and we thought it would be neglectful to leave her alone there. Once she woke up, she and Nana Cheryl went to the slide at the pool, and Geoff, Grandma and I went to the docks for a while to sit and visit with family. We packed up a dock cart brought to us by Kaiser of course and headed up to the cabin with the rest of the dinner supplies. I think most of us were pretty tired by then, and the BBQ took longer to heat up tonight vs. last night. By 8:30 we ate, and at 8:50 we made our way to the flag ceremony while grandma waited at the cabin reading a book. The flag ceremony was over quickly, and Geoff and I made our way back home. We played another game of scrabble with Grandma before bed.
