These are pics from our far more skilled Uncle Dennis of the young'uns at the lake. Enjoy!
My girl. No idea how she got so cute: a freak of genetics, apparently. She turns 3 today.
SP more or less adopted this tugboat/sandbox as his very own. Note the semipermanent bruise on his forehead: as soon as one starts to clear up, he takes a header into something else. But he's generally pretty cheerful about it.
This weird sort of log cabin playhouse/climbing toy was a great favorite with the roughly 7000 children at the cabins that week.
The boy on the dock. Apparently, fishing with Dad was "the most fun thing I've ever done ever! We even almost caught a fish!"
From the top of one of the lesser mountains, but one climbable without equipment.
Thanks, Uncle D!