We were treated to a rainstorm overnight, and woke up to cold, cold, cold, and wet, wet, wet. Did the rain and cold change our plans? Yup. I was planning on a great run followed by a day at the lake. What did we get instead?
Time to wander around the camp, looking for someone wanting to party.
Lots of games of kubb, a Swedish game my dad made in his woodshop before the trip. My dad was great at it. I was not. But it was fun anyway.
Time to watch my very talented kubb-playing dad and cheerlead for the various kubb-playing teams. David was the best cheerleader, hands down.
Time to hang out. Josh discovered that he does indeed have cousins his age. They may be second cousins, but that doesn't matter when you're a Youngberg. I don't know if I ever saw Josh and Sophie after they found Ally. That's Ally on the top of the swingset.
Here's Karissa and her sweet Porter. Love the hair. There are not nearly enough red-headed Youngbergs. I'm glad to see a few coming out in the next generation.
And time to dance. My cousin Gary brought all his church dance equipment, and we rocked the house. Well, we rocked the eating area. There was no house. And seriously, my mom loves to dance more than anything else in the world. Just look at her smile here.
So I guess the long story short is that we really didn't end up caring too much that our water fun was rained out. Life was good (if a bit muddy).