Has this log always been here? I can remember sitting on this log like a horse and bouncing up and down. My kids spent a lot of time on this log (and jumping off of it). Here is Lindsie trying to catch minnows. I can remember spending a lot of time trying to catch tadpoles with my cousin Jody.
Jarod spent most of his time in the water. It was just not warm enough if you ask me, but just TRY to keep Jarod out of the water. Look at those muscles lifting that log! He's pretty sure he has massive muscles. Just ask him - he'll show them to you.
Here we are chilling by the lake. I have a lot of memories sitting at this little beach. I don't think it has changed in 25 years. Except it seems like there is a lot more people! This was our last day, Saturday, and I don't remember ever seeing so many people here. I always thought it was Grandpa's secret place that nobody else knew about.
Tony Grove is where Grandpa taught me to fish. I can remember sitting on the far side of the lake fishing with him. Lots of good talks. I can still see him baiting his hook with Salmon eggs, those little red eggs. That was the bait he liked to use. He knew all the good fishing spots.
On this trip we caught about 10 or so fish before we finally decided we were done. Each kid caught at least two. Good fishing at Tony Grove!
We took a hike around the lake trail. It was nice and cool so we really enjoyed the walk.
I remember the first time I went "all the way around" with Marcia. I thought I was cool stuff. One of these days I am determined to hike up to White Pine Lake.
If you look close at the lake you can see a little dot on the lake. That is my children on the boat. They spent about three hours just out there going in circles and having fun.
I can remember spending hours out on the lake in Grandpa's canoe. I remember a time when Jody and I hijacked the canoe and went out on the lake for a very long time. Pretty sure we missed dinner that night. We thought for sure we were going to be in big trouble when we got back, but no one said anything. That night as I lay in my bed, I could still feel the waves rocking the boat. It rocked me right to sleep.
My cute boys. Jarod LOVES camping. Where else is there so many things to climb on! His poor legs get so scraped up, but he just keeps on going. Band-aids are magical!
I remember spending time with my dad camping at Tony Grove. I liked to watch him build a fire and cut fire wood. I also remember the time it was just me and him, don't know where everyone else had gone, but he was cutting wood and cut his thumb pretty good. My little mind was just sure he cut it off! There was blood everywhere!
We sure had a lot of fun. Forgot my camera (that seems to happen too much) so all these pics are phone pics. Didn't get as many as I would have liked. Like pictures of roasting marshmallows. Or playing hide and seek in the trees. Or the bowling game Dean built out of logs and a rock! I hope my children are building the same kinds of memories that I did!






