Our Weekend At A Cottage

Some friends of ours rented a cottage on Chatcolet Lake this week and they invited us to stay with them so we took them up on their offer and stayed Sunday and Monday. We had a wonderful time! Here are some pictures from our time there.

This is Chatcolet Lake.  It was very pretty, but the water level was very low. We didn't get much snow this winter so there wasn't all the runoff.  Therefore, the fishing was nonexistent. We had some disappointed boys on our hands.

We built a fire on the beach Sunday night hoping to catch some catfish. The only things that were caught were some snags and tree bark.

 

Monday we went on a walk to the bridge. The biking/walking trail ran right by the place we stayed. How convenient!

On the way to the bridge CJ found a nest of gardner snakes and caught a few. My friend had never touched a snake before so I forced convinced her to touch it.  She'll probably never invite me to any type of outdoor function with her again.

Here's the oldest with his walking buddy. He carried it across the bridge and back then let it and a buddy go when we got to the park.

Let's take a closer look, shall we? 

Here's the bridge we walked across. Well, actually the others walked across while I got side-tracked taking pictures of it.

See! Here they are coming back for me. I'm sure they missed me more than they can express.

We stopped at "Pirate Park," as my son called it, on the way back. He did some swinging. I love swinging pictures! They make me smile almost as big as he is.

After we got back to the cottage my husband grilled up some hotdogs for the kids and some cheddar bratts for the adults. I know you know what grilling hotdogs looks like, but because I take pictures of everything you have to suffer through pictures like this. That's just how I roll. I can't help myself. Someone get the ketchup, or is it catsup, and what's the difference anyway?

Isn't this gal such a cutie! And a sense of style to boot!

After lunch we took the kids out back to practice their archery skills. I'm afraid my youngest has a long way to go. Notice that the bow is backwards and upside down, and that arrow isn't going anywhere. Eventually, he would just get frustrated and grab the arrow and throw it at the target and exclaim "I got it!"

Ssshhh! I'm hunting for bears in the bushes (a.k.a., the ditch by the driveway).

I'd like to finish off this post with some furry pictures. The first is Quincy. He is our friends' dog. He's a chow mix. Notice the cute spots on his tongue. He was a sweetie and just the right size for playing with Winchester.

Our friends also brought their tiny black and white Shitzu, but I somehow didn't get one shot of her. She was cute too!

Of course, you already know these two.

Winchester

Moose

Remember your blessings!
Amber