Lake Lanier Islands

Helen and the boys went camping with her parents at Lake Lanier Islands a couple weeks ago. They left on Thursday and I met them on Friday night. Derek was glad that I showed up so that he had someone to do things with. He goes stir crazy, like I do, when he sits around for very long. He said all he did was wait around for everyone to do something on Thursday and Friday.

It rained every evening just as we were trying to cook outside. Derek loves smores, especially triple decker smores, so he was disappointed when it rained because he couldn't roast his marshmallows over the open fire. Luckily, Helen's parents have a motor home and we were able to roast them over the stove. But it wasn't the same and each night everyone would tell Derek that we would have a fire the following night - but it would rain again. We finally made a fire for lunch on Sunday before we left. It's not the same as a campfire at night, but the boys still had fun with it.

Lake Lanier Islands has horse back riding, a water park, and golf. Unfortunately, we didn't do any of them, but it seemed like a good place for future outings. We did walk down to the horse stables each day and see the horses, at least. We were going to do the water park, but the rain got in the way.

On Saturday, I took the boys fishing. Adam eventually tired of it and went home with Helen when she came to visit. Derek and I walked around the lake trying our luck, but to no avail. Eventually, I jumped in and went for a swim. The cove was nice and deep so the water was cool. At first, Derek was apprehensive about swimming in a lake, but eventually got in and had a great time.

Helen's parents were able to move the motor home to another campsite closer to the lake because something was wrong with the power at the original campsite. We all liked being able to see the water from the campsite. We walked down to the lake in the evening for a swim. Helen thought the water looked tempting, but couldn't pull the trigger when we told her that the lake bottom was mossy (aka slimy).

On Sunday, I took the boys fishing again, but it wasn't long before fishing turned to swimming. They found a submerged tree stump that they were jumping off of when they weren't jumping off my shoulders.

We took lots of walks and the boys rode their bikes all over the campground. We had a good time and were glad that we didn't have to travel too far.