Maine

My family decided to branch out and do something a little different this year...

We all went to a family camp in Maine! Oh ya.

We were all very excited and very skeptical at the same time considering we had never done anything like this before.  We usually do villas near the beach- not so much cabins in the woods. I was laughing just at the idea of my family camping. Very comical. I have been camping with my dad twice in my life (daddy daughter) and both times we drove home in the middle of the night. I was sure someone was going to go check into the nearest hotel...

The cabins were very rustic- but in the cute kind of way- not in a scary kind of way. They were clean and had working toilets and showers so none of us had any complaints.  We were on a little island on a gorgeous lake.  You walk out the porch of your little cabin and onto your dock where you have your canoes and kayaks and can park your ski boat. The kids swim out to the little swimming docks, we canoed to other little islands to pick blueberries, we went tubing and wake boarding, we attempted fishing, we played tennis every day, boys went golfing, all the little cousins ran around all day and Eloise is convinced she is as big as they are. Our only responsibility was to show up and eat when we heard the clacker. Rough life.