Well the Great Grey Goose flew its way 1200 miles to the great white north and back for its second camping trip. This time, it landed safely back home without a major break down in the middle of the north woods cell-phone vacuum more commonly known as the "I can't hear you now" area. E1, not to be outdone by his puking, diarrhea brother from the previous weekend's camping disaster, peed all over dad in their sleeping bag, lamented about bear attacks and proved that there are nude beaches in the UP, well, at least in his mind!
Even with the sketchy weather, it was still an amazing and relaxing weekend. Pa Pa did great in his race and E1 made some great new friends. The boys had fun on the playground with grandma and grandpa and enjoyed taking in the local sites. We even had a Chivice style Mahi-Mahi with coconut-pineapple rice and dill green beans, cooked over an open fire, on Sunday night in honor of my brother and his fiancee who are getting married in Hawaii this week.
Still working on talking Pa Pa into a road trip next year for a different triathalon in the area that wouldn't conflict with the culture camp we like to go to, otherwise it might be another 2 years before we head that way again which seems like FOREVER!
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