It Runs In The Family

This week our family was on our annual vacation to Lake Gaston. My family, my sister’s and my parents all spend most of a week at a lake house. We've done this since 1999. We have a lot of fun, catching up, skiing, tubing and other water sports.

This year we added something new, although it wasn’t that fun. Sunday evening after a sunset boat ride (very nice) my sister stepped off the dock and fell in the water. She had a fairly large bruise and several scrapes. Not to be out-done, my dad stepped off the dock on Tuesday evening, also after dusk (you’d think we’d learn). Unfortunately, dad ended up breaking two bones in his foot.

I think sunset boat rides are out unless we have a major flashlight. Hopefully that is the last of falling off the dock.

Despite the our tendancy to fall in the lake, we had fun. Most of all, it had little to do with what we did, but more of who we were with. Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?