As I’ve mentioned before, part of the reason that we selected Walloon Lake for this trip (and other visits) is that many of our generations of cousins and siblings spent two weeks each summer at Walloon when we were kids. I was born in April 1974, adopted into the Goudie family a few months later, then immediately left for induction into the Walloon gang.
A reader of this blog, a former newspaper editor who once ran this headline front page:
Mens' Dormitory Set for Erection
After five days of reckless abandon, it took the entire morning to pick up and pack for departure.
The weather had turned back to beautiful as we started the day and surveyed the damage from the night before. This was going to be our boat day, and excitement was high.
After the rain of the day before, we were greeted by a cold windy morning, where we again inventoried the damage from the night before and started the day off with an awesome breakfast prepared by J’aive.
We once again arose, took stock of the consumption data from the night before, and ate breakfast on a beautiful windy morning.
We began the day by inventorying the empty bottles and cans from the night before. I’ll also warn you now that there are a ton of pictures from Day Two, and more importantly, several videos at the bottom of the post.
We were the first to arrive (shortest drive), followed by the Bakers (Gus, Abbey, Maggie, Ben & Annie), Dave Strattons (Dave & J’aime), my brother Doug, and then the Jeff Strattons (Jeff, Leisa, Caroline, Teddy). The two cottages were quickly assessed to be perfect for this group at this time in our lives, and even welcomed us appropriately:
Both girls completed their summer week charts, so a Sunday morning trip to John Ball Zoo was in order.