Home again, home again. The season has run its course, and we are officially back home on the weekends. The last weekend is always bittersweet. We put away all the fun things. Decide what won’t make another season and throw things away. We bicker and clean, only sort of. And we grossly overload the van, wishing we had started a week or two ago, but knowing full well that the things we would bring home early, we would inevitably need and kick ourselves for it. Most importantly, we say goodbyes, which stinks.
But. For all pack up days, this one was pretty smooth. Kids each got their main assigned job to start with, and it was a great kick off! a couple of hours in the morning was all we needed to get the bulk of the work done!! At that point, we stopped for lunch. Our last feed of chunky chicken salad with garlic toast. Check it out, my salad loved me, too!
Babies napped for a bit after lunch, and then we tied up the last few ends. Dekker and Jaxon got the water heater unplugged and put antifreeze through everything.
Beds were packed up. Food was loaded up and hauled out. Golf cart batteries were removed and taken home. The deck roof was braced. Tanks were emptied. We even filled the wood bin. SO much got done!
The van was loaded up before long, and it was time to go. As per usual, our dear Dahlsjos stayed and got us out the door before getting themselves packed up and ready. It is SUCH a treat to see them most every weekend through the summer months 💜 We miss you guys already.
The drive out was quiet. Everyone was so tired. But not in a bad way. In a good, solid “we worked really hard today and its time to go home now” way. The best kind. We stopped for food, and I actually put my feet up, both physically and metaphorically. I felt restful.
Of course, the unloading was less restful, haha! But the most important things got done and the rest can wait. Feet are, once again, going up, and I will rest my body.
Thank you, dear Lord, for yet another beautiful season at the lake. We could not be more grateful for this gift we’ve been given.
As we say every single time we drive out of the campground, byyyyye Kinasao.
