This weekend, we went up north to the family property. It was a short visit–we left home around eleven Saturday morning, arrived just after three in the afternoon and immediately went for a buggy ride. We explored some cool places–like the old car graveyard, with cars sixty years and older half buried in the soft pine needle beds. It was insane to see how well the metal of those vehicles held up, even with trees growing through it.
After that, we drove to the beach so the boys could swim. We had a lovely evening catching up and hanging out with family.
The next morning, the boys went for another buggy ride with their grandpa while Matt and I loaded up the car for our trip home.
Even for a quick visit, I love going there. The air is fresher; crisper, and the sun feels brighter too.
It reminds me of my own childhood; of summers spent at our cottage in Honey Harbour with my grandparents. We’d leave the first day of summer vacation, and we’d be there until a few days before school started back up again. My papa would take us on three-wheeler rides along trails he made in the backwoods, and we’d go for boat rides to Picnic Island. We’d spend every minute we could outside, down at the beach swimming or playing on the rocky, grassy terrain.
The kids love it up here, too. It was blissful, not having them ask to play video games or fighting with me over tablet time. In fact, they love it so much that they often ask me if we can move here–permanently. I’d love that, but alas, it’s just not in the cards for us right now, so we’ll just have to make due with going up as often as we can this summer!
Thirty-one more days until summer officially begins!