Forty Waffles A Day?!! -- Part 3 (Conclusion)

Here are a few photo highlights of our weekend at the lake.


Cedar Point, where we camped:



The beach where we walked:


The wind-whipped waves:


The gulls and pelicans liked the beach --


and as we approached the whole flock lifted into the air:



It was rather spectacular.


LovelyDaughter left her mark:




Our boys are not rebellious, but they do like being treated as if they have brains and common sense. So when we drove up to the river side of the dam --


and we saw this sign,



the following interchange occurred:

DrummerDude: That is an awesome sign. I love that sign.

GuitarGeek: I am about to riskily proceed.

MB3: Sweeeet! Let's go!

(And they did.)

That strikes me as a great outlook on life.

And that also sums up why-- in spite of wind, rain, clouds, and cold-- our weekend was not a waste. We were riskily proceeding with life, and it was sweeeet.

After all, I've never known a waffle that wasn't.