Woman in Real Life

A few days ago, I showed you some highlights from "the cottage," otherwise known as my parents' house. No look at the cottage would be complete without a look at the lake.

Last weekend, my husband, the kids and I took a walk down the beach, as I used to do as a child myself. Part of the beach is blocked by rocks that people have poured over the cliff to act as retaining walls. I loved to climb those rocks as a kid. I don't mind now, except I found myself without appropriate footwear this time! Slippery boots are not the best option.

Lake Erie is not a gentle lake. Many people have drowned in it. My mom even saw a body floating ashore when we were kids. In the wintertime, the lake takes away several feet of land and trees each year. My mom's friend recalls a time when there were farmers' fields out over the part of the lake that I swam in as a child.






I was surprised to see my son helping his younger sister navigate the rocks by leading her with a stick. He even wrapped his arm around her a couple of times. I had to capture those rare moments of sibling bliss on camera!



 
 

I love beaches, rocky or sandy. Why? Because they occupy the kids. My daughter usually says she has to go to the bathroom, or that she is hungry, about two seconds after we reach the beach, but on this particular day she was surprisingly content.


My son doesn't really like to have his picture taken. That's why the girl dominates the pictures.


 





We decided not to brave the rocks again on our way back to the cottage, so we headed up to the road through this area.



We saw these guys. There must have been a motorcycle event in town, because we saw a bunch of motorcycles at the gas station later.



We also saw these adorable guys. I think they came over looking for a snack. Sorry, dudes, we weren't prepared for you. It made me wish I had picked up one of those fallen apples on the beach.

And did you know you have a leaf stuck in your bangs, buddy?


Linking up with Happy Hooligans. Have a great weekend!