The Summer of Mud

It’s pretty bad that you have to wait for WINTER in order to have some hope of a hot, sunny day.  On the other hand, if you’re a big fan of mud, Grundy Lake is the place for you.  It felt like we were sitting on a giant pottery wheel – clay and mud everywhere.  Some puddles have never dried up.  We were getting a tan, somehow, until we figured out that it was just rust.

How wet was it?  For the first time in our memory, they cancelled 155 reservations because the lots were underwater, in early July.  Some people had up to eight skids on their lots, just so they could walk around.

We had a few days of sunshine and sort of warmer weather, but mostly we’d get a couple of days of sunshine followed by several days of rain and/or cold.  Normally, I would swim every day and there was a stretch where I swam 5 days in a row.  However, in August I’ve been down to one or two swims a week.  My svelte, swimmer’s body is taking a beating.

But a bad day at Grundy is still better than a good day anywhere else.  We’ve had quite a few visitors this year including our brother Denis and a bunch of “greats”, that is a great-niece and two great-nephews, along with their parents who are just as great but not great, if you know what I mean.  They’re just plain old nieces and nephews but it was great (get it?) to see Ryan and Megan and Addison and Kris and Isabelle and Luke and Nikki and Isaac and David.  Little Addison was just about to turn one and kept us on our toes all day.  It was hard to get a photo of her:  it redefined the need for a zoom lens.  We did get a great shot of Addy kissing Tessa’s tail though.  We’re not sure Tessa was impressed.  The boys were hilarious and full of energy:  I can see why parents look more tired than their kids sometimes.

A highlight was when our cousin Carmen and her partner Ted came out and brought our Uncle Pete.  Stupidly, we forgot to take a picture.  It sure was nice to see them and we had a great afternoon visit.  Also on a sunny day.

Hmmm…. sunshine and heat:  although they all came on separate days, amazingly they all picked times when the weather was excellent.  I’m sensing a theme here:  maybe the idea is to have a flow of visitors so the weather gods will look kindly upon us.  Easier than sacrificing a virgin or a goat, which was plan A.  We’ll talk.