A couple of weeks ago I wrote about my childhood visits to Morraine State Park. On August 2nd & 3rd, they were having a free event up there: The Lake Arthur Regatta. I figured we’d take the kids up Sunday and have some family fun.
It stormed all morning. The worst combination of harsh thunderstorms and unrelenting downpours that I’ve seen all year. Kind of like when I picked the warmest weekend of this winter’s polar vortex to go skiing.
As the afternoon started creeping in, the rain started slowing (a relative term here,) and we decided to head up, fully expecting to have to turn around when we got there. Turns out it was perfect timing. As soon as we pulled into the parking lot, the storm clouds parted and the glorious sun beamed down again. All was right on Lake Arthur.
The first place we headed was the kids’ tent. There was so much to do! We colored some Skippy Jon Jones masks provided by the Children’s Theater (sadly we had missed their performance.) They also had some pretty rad tats.
I helped a toddler use nails and wood glue to build what was supposed to be a heart basket. (That was scary. Especially the real hammer part. But the little one was so proud of their work, it was totally worth it. And I’m the one who decided it would be a good idea to help a toddler work with a hammer in the first place.)
They even got an apron! How freaking cute is this?
They had rock climbing, which looked pretty cool, but I was a little busy chasing kiddos around.
It was so neat to look around and see things I had remembered from my younger days….people fishing…
…people enjoying the beautiful land and water to its fullest.
Before we left, we stopped at the picnic ground I remembered from my youth. Everything was the same…the water, the sand, the sticks, the lawn… Except for the trees. The trees were much shorter than I remembered them.
But then again, I suppose I’m a lot taller than my parents remember me.
We left muddy. We left laughing. We left with childhood memories that I hope will last them a lifetime.